Well I am counting down to next week\u2019s Forest Council Meeting. I have been trying to find out which animals are on the council but considering they are an elected body there seems to be precious little information as to who they are. It seems that the Police Badger attends but isn\u2019t actually a member and the same with the security Buzzard. The moles tend to operate through an underground movement and won\u2019t sit on formal governing bodies. So far I have found a deer that represents the middle bit of the wood but he is only one of 3 representatives of that constituency. There also seems to be a woodpecker that sits on it from somewhere close to here. The woodpecker comes and eats from our bird table quite a lot so I may be able to have a word with him. It\u2019s times like this I wish I didn\u2019t have a burning urge to chase birds every time I see them. They have learnt not to stick around when they see me, but it really is such fun. I asked if I would be eligible to stand for the council but they said they didn\u2019t have any precedent for a domestic animal being voted in and they would have to put it to the council to find if it was in the rules or not. I suppose strictly speaking I don\u2019t live in the wood, but if I get the go ahead with the den perhaps I could claim that was my main residence and then I could stand.<\/p>\n
I have had about as much wedding preparation as I can take. I am seriously thinking of moving out for the next three months. There I am trying to have a nap and there they are trying out lots of tracks of music on the cd and going all mushy. There is only so much a dog should have to put up with. My master didn\u2019t seem to think my mistress was taking it very seriously when she started putting on a Bay City Rollers track. He threatened if she wanted to walk down the aisle to that he wouldn\u2019t be the one waiting at the front of the church for her. Shame really I preferred that to most of what they were putting on. If that wasn\u2019t enough I then had to put up with listening to my master singing along to Elvis whilst doing the ironing. There was nothing else for it, I shut myself in my room and refused to come out until they had finished. Even with my paws well and truly over my ears I could still hear him singing. I just can\u2019t wait to get the go ahead with my den building plan.<\/p>\n
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