Eh up, it's me 'ere.

Well, another day at the office and something has just struck me. I have had a huge quantity of property checks to do chasing up people who have not registered their dogs. This is in the main due to them having left the area as itinerant farm workers. Having had some success in this area and clocking up a significant amount of mileage, I can happily report to my boss that I have completed about two thirds of the enquiries if not a few more. The idea was to clear the dead wood prior to this years registrations are due. A good idea I thought, the problem is,gypsy day. 1st June, when a lot of farm workers shift, lock, stock and smoking exhausts. Another huge amount of deadwood has just been created. Hence, after registration date has come and gone, I'm going to have to do this all over again! Sounds silly doesn't it? The ISO auditor was in today and apparently wanted to see the Animal Control Officer, I told our ISO co-ordinater that he could spend as long as he wanted with me, if he didn't mind holding the pup that I had to dispose of. In fact I suggested he come and help put the dog down too, I didn't get to see the auditor so I guess it worked. Aren't I cruel. So that you rest easier, the puppy was in need of destruction anyway as it had deformed feet and was in generally poor health. Not so the one tomorrow. Still it is a fact of life and it is never going to be possible to rehome many of the critters.

When I finished work, I spent a couple of hours getting the cows sorted for their departure tomorrow. I was a bit worried as I hadn't heard back from the stock agent who will do the business with them in the morning. I didn't know when M was going to be home from her trip South and wanted to make the most of the light. Eventually, I had them penned up and sorted into those staying and those leaving. I was then feeling bad about separating the Mums from their bubbas. Not entirely because I'm so soft hearted , but every time we use the yards for some time, we end up causing vast amounts of damage. If we kept them separated, there was a chance that the damage would have been severe, so I allowed them to mingle.

That completed my day apart from cooking an abismal Macaroni. I think I spelt that wrong but I'm going to be chased off in a mo' by 'erself. Love you and leave you, night night.