Musings Of A Legend On Moanday Monday!

I am legend or as peeps would say I am more leg end than legend. Everybody knows me for my hunting prowess, my ability to turn on a dime as I chase the various vermin that haunt my neighbourhood. However after 'Mince Gate' last week it would appear that she who must be obeyed ignored has lost the plot. She plods round the park slower than molasses in Winter and seems to have a very short fuse these days.  I mean as CK would say she is one chip short of a happy meal. So imagine my frustration when after running amok amongst the trees chasing those bushy tailed varmints she screamed at me MOLLY ENOUGH! Yep like a banshee she yelled at me and if that was not enough she grabbed me by my snout. Yes it was a full frontal nasal assault. She pretended she smacked my snout by accident but I know that is not true. Yes I was abused and what was worse was I was so shocked that I stood still which facilitated her being able to leash me and drag me away from territory. Of course I put my butt down but 17 kilos of pure hunting muscle was not going to get the better of my captor. Didn't help that this was officiated by anther round of applause from random people watching on. Have your staff ever assaulted you? She should be dismissed for gross negligence but then again I will wait till after dinner.