Perches and Hide-Aways

Happy Memorial Day !! It's Sephie & Bailey here (Do they have a "Memorial Day" in the UK or Down Under?) and we're getting ready for the Grand Annual Family Picnic and Ritual Grilling of Raw Meat.

First, we wanted to share some secrets about our most treasured spots to watch the goings-on about the neighborhood.




We Kerry Blues are notorious busy-bodies, and nothing within six thousand leagues will escape our notice! We require the highest perch at the Mainmast (translate: the back steps to Grandma's Penthouse) in order to spot, report on, and bark at all intruding warships, squirrels, and satanic Westhighland terriers.



Oftentimes, it's necessary to stick one's neck out to get the best view of the terrain.

This is the quintessential "Bailey" profile!



And from a squirrel's perspective, the formidable dynamic duo will prevent all access to the Sanctum Sanctorum.



Doesn't Bailey look really fierce? Those are oak tassels in her mouth, but she would have you think that they're squirrel entrails.



And here's me--Persephone, Goddess of the Underworld, in my secret, secret hide-away, underneath the potting table in back of the shed. Being a creature of the earth, I need, well, DIRT around me. I used to hide under the stairway to the deck, until Dad barricaded it up!

Okay, it's picnic time! Time to look cute and beg.

Cheers,

Sephie & Bailey