Garden Days

There I am, relaxing in a flower bed, while mom and dad slave away in the garden. Yesterday we all went to a big garden centre to buy plants, and as I innocently walked on my lead beside dad, two horrible little white terriers came running out of the building and attacked me. Now, I am a dog who is well capable of defending herself, so there was a bit of noise, and dad hurriedly took me back to the car. The terriers then started patrolling the car park, looking for me in every car, and dad got worried that they might get a sniff of where I was, and scrape his new car. So we left in a hurry and mom only bought half of what she had meant to buy.