Sunday, May 10, 2015

That wonderful stage of a dogs life.


The weather this year has been 'changeable'. Today, however, is bright and sunny. While I bring the car up from the barn Bob suns himself at the front door. He and his sister are at that wonderful stage of a dogs life where mischief, health and routine all blend happily together. 


The sign asking people not to sit on the war memorial steps has changed. It has now been printed up on A4 paper and attached by drawing pins to a piece of hardboard. The Hungarian stonemasons ignore it. They have not only been sitting on the war memorial but also playing football on the grass around it. Someone is not amused.



The final rugby match of the season. Where has the year gone ? This afternoon Bob and master will head off to the local stadium while Sophie helps 'The Font' learn Chinese. Bob may , or may not, be allowed a piece of hot dog. 


Here's an interesting article about Goldens : http://www.realclearscience.com/articles/2015/05/08/why_does_cancer_plague_golden_retrievers_109216.html



8 comments:

  1. We certainly hope a hotdog is in the offing.

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  2. Duke and Petite-Chose at 2GMay 10, 2015 at 11:46 AM

    Thought the hotdog was the whole point in going !
    Wonder if Sophie will learn some of her diva phrases in Chinese...?

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  3. Bob looks as though he's drooling at the very thought of that hotdog. Sophie looks undecided whether to stay with the Chinese or go for the rugby, so no-one has told her about the hotdog on offer...

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  4. The final rugby match deserves a special treat -- For both you and Bob!

    Thanks also for posting the link to the article. I'd been hearing about it this past week, but not yet taken the time to look it up. A good friend has a dog that is enrolled in the study that we all have high hopes will find the cause. But longtime owners of Goldens have known for several years that cancer was/is an issue with our beloved breed, it is sadly happening all too often. Our first Golden died at five years old from lymphoma, and other litter mates also died from other forms of cancer. But even knowing that, the breeder that we got him from continued to breed that particular line because of the pedigrees. I personally feel that this practice may unfortunately be part of the issue.

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  5. I would think, to see the rugby season out, that perhaps a small piece of hot dog should be enjoyed? I am sure Bob would agree. Thank you for your kind words regarding Tor. Huge hole left....our other two (Willow and Tucker) are looking. It's sad because they just don't understand and search the back yard.

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  6. Surely poor starving Bob will be allowed a hot dog?
    Toodle pip!
    Bertie.

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  7. Should the sign perhaps be in Hungarian????

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  8. Perhaps the sign could be in several languages, French, English and Hungarian so as to seem more polite and less pointed. If that fails, I'm sure the mayor will drop by your house inquiring about your fluency in Hungarian.

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