When the nice man from the garden centre comes to trim the trees with the prickly leaves
And these sort of things begin to appear
And Ada comes to visit
I know what time of year it is :)
Dad would like a new pair of slippers.
The Little Boys are working on it ;)
I enjoy exploring and running with the Little Boys
But I don’t cosy up with them in the house.
They have their settee – –
And I have mine
Today, the Little Boys are half a year old each and I am four and a half years and two days.
There were no balloons, no cake, no presents, party or ceremony, just a spit and a polish for the photographs.
The little boys ate almost as many as they picked up
And sometimes couldn’t tell the difference between apples and toys!
So, although they were quite proud of their efforts
Dad, Berwick and I visited Mum and Campbell while they were away.
I’m quite used to Mum or Dad going off for a few days and then coming back, but being apart was a new experience for the Little Boys. You should have heard the noise when Berwick recognised his brother barking a greeting as we drew up in the car. I was almost deafened! They were very pleased to be reunited!
We went for a lovely walk together.
I showed Dad and the pups how Mum and I work the sheep (they were watching too hard to take pictures.)
Then Campbell introduced Berwick to some of his relatives.
The visit was over all too soon :(
Berwick and I jumped back into the car to come home
and left Campbell sunbathing with his great grandad :)
I’m told I’m being very good with the Little Boys.
They’re exuberant, precocious, persistent and pushy. They jump at my face, steal my toys, push past me through doorways and follow me everywhere, but I’m very tolerant.
I look forward to their afternoon naps and bedtime though, when they’re safely in their crates and I don’t need eyes in the back of my head!
I was delighted, then, to see one of them off on an adventure in Van, to visit his relatives :D
Just one puppy for Dad and me to keep an eye on :)
They’re growing lads with healthy appetites, especially Campbell, who will eat anything!
It’s getting to be a bit expensive! :oops:
The little boys are growing
And keeping me on my toes
They’re full of mischief
Though you’d think butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths!
Last week Campbell met the training sheep.
He found them very interesting, kept his eye on them and followed them around the ring – – – –
until – – – – – – – he found sheep poo :oops:
I like to make sure my little boys
Enjoy plenty of exercise,
Don’t wander off on their own,
Eat wholegrain cereals,
And get their five a day.
My best friend Spike is gone.
He couldn’t make his wobbly legs work any more, and he was very old and tired.
Everyone is very sad :(
But he left me his settee! :D :D :D
You’re giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.
But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
Will only be in vain.
So looking deep into your eyes,
Beyond, into your soul,
I see in you the magic, that will
Once more make me whole.
The strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it’s the only way.
That strength is why I followed you,
And chose you as my friend,
And why I’ve loved you all these years…
My partner ’til the end.
Please, understand just what this gift,
You’re giving, means to me,
It gives me back the strength I’ve lost,
And all my dignity.
You take a stand on my behalf,
For that is what friends do.
And know that what you do is right,
For I believe it too.
So one last time, I breathe your scent,
And through your hand I feel,
The courage that’s within you,
To grant me this appeal.
Cut the leash that holds me here,
Dear friend, and let me run,
Once more a strong and steady dog,
My pain and struggle done.
And don’t despair my passing,
For I won’t be far away,
Forever here, within your heart,
And memory I’ll stay.
I’ll be watching over you,
Your ever faithful friend,
And in your memories I’ll run,
…a young dog once again.
The little boys and I have been helping Dad make a path :D
There was a path there before, but Dad was always having to rake it back off the grass.
I’m told it’s a bit like the story of the three little pigs, but with a path instead of a house, and a dog insead of a wolf!
The dog made the grass path muddy, and scattered the bark path all over the lawn.
The third path is to be made of bricks.
Dad thinks it should do the trick!
The little boys helped with the gardening this afternoon :D
I think Mum will have to find a different way of labelling the plants!