The itch that's been driving me mad, is finally getting better, and I'm able to sit still. I have to say though, that it has had an upside. You'd be surprised how much space people give you in shops, and generally out in public, if you look like you need a good hose down, and a liberal dusting of DDT.
Ted has cracked the housetraining, had his second vaccination, attended two more funerals (Poor old Sprout the hen, and Raymond the rabbit) grown at least an inch a day, put on three kilos, developed a deep interest in May Bugs, a hatred for Henry, and a very healthy (if slightly obsessive) male passion for Trevor the turkey.
Madge has been here for a few months now, and has become part of the furniture. The piece of furniture thats always in the wrong place. The solid object that you trip over, or stub your toe on. Madge is always there, wagging her tail, asking for very little, except to sit on your lap, or have her tummy rubbed. So I thought she was settled, and happy to be with us. How wrong was I? Last week on a walk, we met a friend, and her dog Leroy. Now Leroy isn't much to look at, but Madge was besotted. She stuck to him like glue. Leroy's luck had changed, and he blatently didn't know how to handle the attention Madge was lavishing on him. He thought he'd pulled this stunning looking blonde, and didn't realise it wasn't him she was in love with, it was his balls!! Leroy had his very own, bright blue, £2.99, Pets@Home tennis ball thrower. Madge was in heaven. She played for a solid half hour, and when it came time to say goodbye, she did exactly that, and walked off with Heather, Leroy and the ball thrower, without so much as a backward glance:O)
Pie on the other hand, is the epitome of devotion, and I know she wouldn't leave my side, not even for the worlds biggest bag of bulls willies....or would she:O) Her life is a little miserable at the moment, but she plays the martyr soooooooooooo well, I'm loathe to step in and help. Pie is the big sister you tease, she's the one you chew, and the one you steal from, she's the one with the longest ears because they are swung from almost 24/7, and the one who's squeals of pain drive you into a frenzy, spurring you on to bite harder and more often. Pie is also the one you go to when you're hurt, or frightened, or need a comfy belly to rest your head on.
Raising a puppy without the help of the mafia, their very differing approaches to child care, their willingness to babysit, and their undeniable affection for the boy, would be a much tougher job. I owe them. Might even buy Madge her very own ball launcher, if she promises to pretend to look devoted when we're out.
Ted has cracked the housetraining, had his second vaccination, attended two more funerals (Poor old Sprout the hen, and Raymond the rabbit) grown at least an inch a day, put on three kilos, developed a deep interest in May Bugs, a hatred for Henry, and a very healthy (if slightly obsessive) male passion for Trevor the turkey.
Madge has been here for a few months now, and has become part of the furniture. The piece of furniture thats always in the wrong place. The solid object that you trip over, or stub your toe on. Madge is always there, wagging her tail, asking for very little, except to sit on your lap, or have her tummy rubbed. So I thought she was settled, and happy to be with us. How wrong was I? Last week on a walk, we met a friend, and her dog Leroy. Now Leroy isn't much to look at, but Madge was besotted. She stuck to him like glue. Leroy's luck had changed, and he blatently didn't know how to handle the attention Madge was lavishing on him. He thought he'd pulled this stunning looking blonde, and didn't realise it wasn't him she was in love with, it was his balls!! Leroy had his very own, bright blue, £2.99, Pets@Home tennis ball thrower. Madge was in heaven. She played for a solid half hour, and when it came time to say goodbye, she did exactly that, and walked off with Heather, Leroy and the ball thrower, without so much as a backward glance:O)
Pie on the other hand, is the epitome of devotion, and I know she wouldn't leave my side, not even for the worlds biggest bag of bulls willies....or would she:O) Her life is a little miserable at the moment, but she plays the martyr soooooooooooo well, I'm loathe to step in and help. Pie is the big sister you tease, she's the one you chew, and the one you steal from, she's the one with the longest ears because they are swung from almost 24/7, and the one who's squeals of pain drive you into a frenzy, spurring you on to bite harder and more often. Pie is also the one you go to when you're hurt, or frightened, or need a comfy belly to rest your head on.
Raising a puppy without the help of the mafia, their very differing approaches to child care, their willingness to babysit, and their undeniable affection for the boy, would be a much tougher job. I owe them. Might even buy Madge her very own ball launcher, if she promises to pretend to look devoted when we're out.
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