We're back in Ireland again. I put down a serious amount of garden pepper on our plants before we left. The pepper was blown off by little enough wind. What was left was washed away by rain. I couldn't get my hands on any lion's poo. Mrs Lep had signed on for a "rescue" dog of which until today we were waiting news. Off she went to the Dogs' Refuge in early morning to collect the dog. She returned a short time later with two dogs. Apparently, they are twins and would not be separated. Adolf, the dog with a kind of one inch moustache and a longing to stake territory outside of our property put his retaliation in first and chased the invading cats doing 80 mph while the cats did 81 mph. I noticed the cats returning furtively via a nearby high wall taking careful steps. Our second dog Winston (a kind of pacifist who just spent the day in the back garden happy with his lot). But, he joined in the cat chasing too. I know we haven't won the war yet, but certainly this is the beginning of the end. So, pellet gun has been put back in the attic. Our doggies have asserted themselves bravely. Now, I hear my neighbour wishes to speak to me. I wonder what she wants to talk about . . .
Thank You Páid for your suggestion.