Ton has been the best behaved dog in the history of dogdom since Blue was unexpectedly foisted upon him. He is not thrilled especially when Blue has picked his tail up in his mouth and chewed on it. He is stoic but unsmiling.
On more that one occasion and too often for it to be a coincidence Blue has chased Tons frisbee then stood in it and looked about expectantly while TonTon skids to a halt and looks to me for permission to wack him. No Ton.
TonTon is secretly thrilled that Blue has to sit in a crate in the milking parlour and so as to watch Ton go about his work of bringing Daisy the cow in and escorting her back out.
He is not thrilled that the wee pup’s house is so close to the doormat. The doormat is sacrosanct amongst dogs and has been Tons since The Big Dog went to the sheepswool old dog rocking chair corner. But there the interloper lies, dragging boot after boot into his lair, stepping on The Mat.
LuLu Who Sleeps with Sheep sits in the milking parlour watching the strutting and goings on with a certain amount of canine satisfaction.
Here is my new screen saver. What do you think? And for all you new readers I encourage image theft. So if you see a shot you like just nick it and show it to your friends, as long as you tell them where it came from. And if you would like it in higher resolution just let me know and I will email you a bigger file.
The unDaily View. Do you see the grass in the middle of the circular drive (I say circular drive with my tongue firmly in my cheek but wobbly oval drive just seems too much of a mouthful.) Anyway right there in the middle is where many of your trees will go. I call it the thicket. So far it is more of a Thinet but this year it will develop as you watch.
Life is fun.
Pats willow. So small and spindly yet but it will grow.
TonTon is sleeping by the french doors as I write, comforted by the promise that Blue is to be an outside dog and a least his night time bed is safe. For the moment!
Have a lovely day.