Adventures of Wilby, Part the Thirteenth

In Which Wilby Considers Launching a Wilby Brand Product Range,
And Relays A Warning Tale About A Carrot-Addicted Yorkie

I take a close look at the Wilby brand biscuits and soap jelly,
and discuss demand and supply with the Eco-Gardener.


As readers of this journal will by now be aware, the Eco-Gardener is doing
such a good job of looking after my every need that I am not missing any of
the amenities of my port-side home at all. What she has not been able to buy
for me, she has made herself - incredible!

Furthermore, the quality of what she has made is exceptional. I got her to
package up samples of the Peanut Butter and Vanilla Dog Treat biscuits, and
the Eco Soap Jelly (for clean and fragrant dogs) to show the Master of Good
Hope. When he returns we will all have a high level conference about
whether to go into production. Although I suppose that will depend on who will do the work. Me - I'm just the ideas man. Or possibly the Muse.
[He certainly is very amusing. The E-G]

Since the Eco-Gardener is not afraid of hard work, perhaps it will happen.
Indeed, she spent three hours yesterday digging over the small patch you see
behind me in the photo below, and extracting all those buckets of rocks.
Surely making biscuits is easier work than this? I was exhausted after a mere
ten minutes of watching her at it, and had to take about 40,000 winks on the
nice warm pile of twitch roots which the Eco-Forester had already grubbed off  the new garden bed.

 I am not sure that hard work improves her temper, though. I got growled at again for taking the easy route across the garden (this time along the smooth, soft row of just-appearing carrots). But at least I would not dream of eating the things, or anything like them. I have it on good authority that there is at least one Yorkshire terrier in Christchurch with a penchant for digging up and eating carrots. The silly silky little nitwit! But it gets worse... as if this were not enough trouble for this terrible terrier's pet human, one day it mistook the head of a Barbie doll which a child had left lying around for a carrot top (an understandable mistake, you must allow, since the whole doll is shaped and coloured more like a carrot than a human female) - and swallowed it! The husband of the Yorkie's pet human was of the view that the dog's time to go to the great dog park in the sky had arrived, but the pet human prevailed upon him to contribute to the enormous veterinarian's bill involved for the operation to remove Barbie.

A happy ending to a sad tale. But seriously, what can you expect from dogs bred for their looks, rather than for their brains, like those of us from the Borders? I am not making this up - according to the World Wide Woof wiki, Border terriers have won more Earthdog titles in the USA than any other type of terrier - AND you should see the list of famous Border terrier film actors. Seventeen! We have many, many virtues, including modesty, so I will say no more on this subject.