I was upstairs in our bedroom earlier when I heard Phil shout "Oh My God!! what on earth is that you've found, Cheryl??". Wondering what on earth our wee tea leaf had stolen this time I rushed downstairs to find.................



A HEDGEHOG!

Cheryl had been out in the back garden and had found the poor wee thing and had obviously been using it as a ball judging by the amount of grass and muck all over it's spines. It was still breathing so Phil took it out to our front garden where the dogs don't get out off the lead and put it under a bush.

we've just let thedogs out in the back garden for their last pee of the night, and what happens? Yup, Cheryl has just found another hedgehog and we caught her rolling it about on the grass and pouncing on it! She was not amused in the slightest when her dad took her latest 'toy' off her and rehomed it in the front garden!

She's mental!! (but we luvs her anyway!!)

I can't believe she hasn't injured herself on their spines!