Adventures of Wilby, Part the Fourteenth

In Which Wilby Considers Taking Up A Security Position,
And Demonstrates A 'Dyoga For Boys' Pose

The other day, for the first time ever, I managed to get the Eco-Gardener and the Eco-Forester to take their exercise together. Such was the novelty of this, that I did not (initially) mind letting them choose the route, which was the same old boring road up the hill. I have now done this so many times during my exile that it is starting to feel like my penance. After about ten minutes the tedium of it all really got to me, and I began losing the will to go on. Then it occurred to me that I could capitalise on the situation by getting the Eco-Forester to carry me. Extra exercise for him, and a change of view for me. A perfect win-win.

                                   I give the Eco-Forester double exercise

Luckily for him we were not going all the way up the hill, but only to the garden of the Actress and the Whale Man. While the E-G and the E-F busied themselves with weeding the vegetable beds, I quartered the property to see if anything had changed since my last visit - an inspection service which you may recall I have already provided for the owners, immediately after the Big Shaking.

I found that there had been a death, but the E-G would not let me investigate it further, due to some ridiculous notion she seems to have about there being something to be feared from half-decayed possums. Where does she get such ideas?!  However, I had to humour her - especially as the death was clearly accidental, given the position of the corpse.

I was nonetheless a little annoyed that I was denied this opportunity to demonstrate my prowess at property protection, particularly as the Actress and the Whale Man seem to be in need of such. They have a magnificent sign which says Beware of the Dog, yet this security position is currently vacant.
I believe I would do it very well, if given half a chance.

                  I may look mild-mannered - but when I get off the leash...

Although I am still undecided about whether I would want to live in such an isolated spot permanently. Before I was sent into exile I had been planning to set up a Dyoga school in Lyttelton, which has plenty of potential students. Whereas the dogs around here are a muscle-bound, macho lot (even the girls) who would not be interested. I must consult with the Master of Good Hope on this, should he ever return.

Here I demonstrate the quintessential
masculine dyoga pose - 'Stand on Three Legs' -  from two different angles.  A difficult pose, which dogs must practice constantly.