Mr Finleyson became so concerned about Blanche's incessant bathing, he took her to the vet.
The vet diagnosed Blanche with obsessive compulsive disorder or better known as OCD. Poor Blanche!

The more Martha chased Blanche through the muddy pot holes, the worst her OCD got.
He took Martha aside and sternly told her to leave Blanche alone.
He didn't know if she understood what he was saying but she looked him squarely in the eyes and hissed at him in the face!

His thoughts returned to the present and Martha and Blanche still locked in battle, with Blanche getting balder by the minute!

He chuckled to himself as he recalled an incident which took place last summer.

He had been up bright and early to do his work round the farm. He needed to drive into the village that day to buy supplies for his household and the farm.
He also had to post some letters.
He went to the Post Office first, where he stood behind Robbie McShane.
When they were both finished posting their letters, they walked outside together where they stood on the pavement and had a blether.
They parted company and he went on to the feed shop for hen food, the bakery, butchers and the greengrocers. He had a few errands to run before getting into his Land Rover for the drive back to his farm.
He had spent around two hours in the village.

He arrived home around twentyfive minutes later. He drove to the barn and parked.
He got out and went round back to the 4x4 and opened the tailgate. He began to unload the sacks of hen feed. Then he carried them one by one into the barn.
He noticed Martha and Blanche in the far corner sitting on a bale of hay preening each other.
They seemed to be merrily clucking away to each other.
He could see Blanche had a bald patch on top of her head.
He didn't remember seeing the bald patch when he left for the village.
He was glad they were not sitting in front of Blanche's mirror for her to see the bald patch. That would not go down well with her!

When he had finished carrying all the sacks into the barn, he drove round to his house and parked in front.
He got out of the 4x4 and walked up the path to the front steps to his front door, opened and stepped into the large hall. He hung his hat on the coat rack then opened the door into his lounge and stepped inside.
The sight he was met with made him take a step back and gasp. His house had been ransacked!
There was destruction and debris wherever he looked. It was very quiet but he wondered if the person or persons who did this were hiding upstairs.
He scolded himself for never locking his doors. He thought better of going upstairs in case they appeared and attacked him!

The lounge looked as if a bomb had gone off! He hurried back outside and took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialled 999. His first thought was of relief that he had seen Martha in the barn with Blanche, which meant she was safe.

The emergency operator answered and asked him which emergency service he wanted. He told her he needed the police. The operator took down his details then told him the police were on their way.
He was also told to stay outside for his own safety until the police arrived.
He paced up and down the front of his house. He was a bag of nerves as he waited. Each minute seemed like an hour!
In the distance he saw Martha running towards him, minus Blanche.
What a sight for sore eyes, he thought. As she neared where he stood, he saw a police car turn into his drive and head towards him.
They stopped their police 4x4 right next to where his Land Rover was parked. Martha arrived and he bent down to pick her up.

Two policemen got out of the 4x4 and walked towards him. He introduced himself.
They each told him who they were.
Mr Finleyson briefly told the officers what he had found when he stepped inside his lounge to find it ransacked! And how he did not go upstairs in case the person or persons responsible were hiding upstairs!