MacGregor Alf 2

The rabbit is taunting me. It's taken to turning up on the lawn first thing in the morning or early evening. I spot it from the upstairs window and race down to the kitchen. It's still there. TFD hasn't noticed it even though he is now looking out the window. I consider only briefly how useless he is whilst acknowledging that at least he hasn't scared the rabbit away.

I slip my shoes on. Now, if I can just slip the bolts and dash out I can see where he goes. TFD and I burst from the kitchen, the rabbit hops, as usual, into the side border and...disappears. I charge through the small gate in the fence at the top of the lawn that separates the modest vegetable from the main lawn (and TFD). No, still no sign of the rabbit. It must have slipped through the inner fence and then squeezed between the slats of the outer one. There is just too much vegetation to be able to see where it goes from the lawn.

Deflated, I trudge back in. Mrs Alf is watching from an upper window, her face a picture of mirth. TFD may be useless, but his utter ineptness at chasing the rabbit is proving to more entertaining than I would have thought.