I love my dogs. I've got three - a beautiful ginger beast of a Hungarian Vizsla and two tiny Jack Russells, who are my happy little assassins. I say this because they smile at me, wag their tails and then when I think they're just furry little people, they go and do something, which turns my stomach! We have blackbirds nesting in the garden, you see, and when they fledge it's like World War III with dive bombing mum and dad trying to take out my little dogs, when they mercilessly catch one of the babies, or more than one. Toby our baby who is just one year old, caught four in one twenty four hour period last month! It breaks my heart, but that's what they were bred to do, that and ratting - fortunately we don't seem to have a problem with rats! So for now, we've constructed a perimeter fence underneath the newest nest, which is right by the house above the patio in the hope that when these babies finally spread their wings they will actually make it out of the garden this time!