Summer is a wonderful season for dogs. Sitting in dad’s potato patch on a hot summer’s afternoon, chewing sticks and keeping one eye open for intruders truly makes life great. I had my lovely home, my beautiful garden and the golden land by the sea. What more could an adventurous little Lhasa Apso puppy need. It was perfect.
Buzz buzz buzz…
It was on one of those summer days that I had my next adventure. I had been lazing in the sun for most of the afternoon. When the weather is nice I often lay out sunning myself. Suddenly I spotted dad coming out of the house and walking down the garden path. We had a long garden which had a big lawned area surrounded by a number of trees and bushes.
At the end of the garden, there was a pile of sticks and garden rubbish next to a little wooden house. I especially love this part of the garden because there’s lots of sticks and leaves for me to create total havoc with! Today was different though. There was a buzzing noise rising slowly from the pile of sticks. It was scary, even for a Lhasa Apso like me! Dad disappeared into the wooden house. A few minutes later he came out with a metal stick and prodded the pile of sticks. Bad news, I thought to myself! I barked a few times to try and tell him this but he didn’t listen. Typical.
A sudden explosion
As he carried on prodding the pile of buzzing sticks, I knew something horrible was about to happen. Suddenly there was an eruption of noise and the buzzing became even angrier. At least 3 or 4 big and horrid buzzing creatures shot out from the pile of sticks and straight at my dad. First of all, who do they think they are sitting in my pile of sticks? And second, nobody attacks my dad without dealing with me first!
Dad retreated up the garden path yelling something that I definitely won’t repeat. I expected him to run away. But I’m a Lhasa Apso and we stand our ground! It’s my job to keep this garden in check and I’m not letting three silly insignificant creatures act like they own my garden! It wouldn’t be too difficult for a guard dog like me to deal with that. I moved forward.
Surrounded by danger
After looking back at the house to check the situation, I nosed around in the pile of sticks using my paws to investigate. Seconds later, what seemed like thousands of angry buzzing yellow and black creatures shot out of the heap and completely surrounded me. They made an almighty buzzing noise. A couple even landed on my fluffy fur. What a cheek! I knew I had to get away and so leaped back down the garden barking my little head off. I hope that whilst doing so I retained a little bit of dignity.
Mum and dad came running out of the house when they heard the noise I was making and saw some of the creatures still following me, and one was still on my fur. But nobody gets a free ride from this little puppy! Mum brushed it straight off and it cowardly flew away. Once they had all realised that I had backup, they flew back in the other direction and everything returned to normal. The garden was quiet again. Dad told me that I mustn’t mess with wasps in future and that I had been very lucky not to have been stung. So that’s what they are called. As if I needed to be told after that terrifying experience.
After this ordeal I decided to stay away from the buzzing sticks. I kept a close eye on them though! After the wasps quietened down, dad put a little fence around their nest and we left them alone for the rest of the summer. As soon as the cold weather came, all the wasps left for somewhere else and dad was at last able to tidy the garden. I haven’t seen any more wasps but I’m always on guard dog duty so they better not think they can take any more of my sticks! See you next week.