When I say at the bottom of the garden, I actually mean that they live in a house that is sideways on behind our back garden fence.
Three miniature poodles live there. They look like they should be in a cute picture book. One is black, one is white and one is brown.
I should really have talked about this on Mischief Monday because if I go into the back garden and I can tell that they are out in THEIR garden, sniffing and being quiet, I run straight to the fence between us and just give one really loud and deep "WOOF" to make them jump.
This kicks off the most amazing barking in three part harmony from the poodles who just go crazy barking back in wild excitement for ages and ages. I just turn and walk away as if nothing's happened. I look so casual as if it's nothing to do with me. I am almost whistling, I am so casual.
Who? Me? No, surely not.