Everyday life in a rickety old Scottish farmhouse with a very happy Polish Lowland Sheepdog. A record of those unimportant little things that are too important to be forgotten.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Good humour is the health of the soul, sadness its poison .
One of the young workmen throws a tennis ball for Bob and Sophie. Somehow it hits Bob on the side of his face. Pandemonium ensues. Our brave family fellow howls then rushes across the lawn and disappears into the house with Sophie in hot pursuit. ' The font ' checks him to make sure he's fine. Amid a chorus of yelps and sobs Bob performs a dying dog routine that would make the Royal Shakespeare Company proud. Turns out the only thing damaged is his pride .
For fully ten minutes Bob sulks. Believe me there is nothing on God's earth like a sulking male PON. Finally he emerges from his pen. I'm ignored with a ' How could you have let this happen to ME ? ' turn of his head.
The young builder takes a more direct approach. He brings out a pack of biscuits. The briefest moment of aloofness and then the ice is broken. Bob, Sophie and the young builder are soon playing catch in the cherry orchard.
The two little angels almost fully grown. Their teething largely completed. Both of them have a newly discovered affinity for Palets bretons.
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Did any building work get done at all?
We'd like the Palets bretons....even better than Jaffa cakes. We love butter biscuits.
Gail and Bertie summed up our thoughts, too.
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
Dear Bob would be great onstage at any Shakespeare production. Dying dog routine is the least of his acts.
Glad that he's okay.
His biscuit coloured muzzle is adorable. Hope you've got Palets bretons on your shopping list.
Those two sure know how to make friends in any situation.
By the way, loved the new header.
I can imagine the performance. But the poor little sausage must have been shocked.
If only all misunderstandings could be solved with a nice biscuit.
Throw... Chase... Bonk!
Poor Bob, hurt pride is a lot more painful than a sore face for a young pup.
Could we place a large order of Palet Breton for the G8 please?
Have Fun X
ANGUS - photo #3 reminds me how much BOB's hair is exactly like that of ROD STEWART. Surely you've noticed this yourself! Regards from the Westcoast of Canada.
Now you mention it .....
Tell Bob things like that happen to the best of them--Awhile back, I accidentally hit our girl Cissy with a frisbee and she had the same look on her face and same thought, "Humans...."
Your little angels have grown up too fast!!
Bob Stewart....Do ya think I'm sexy?? Rock PON!
I see they are taking after Wilf with the crazy PON hair! Oh so cute.
Karen & Kelly Rathje
PS Bob in picture 3 looks as if he is looking down at the box of biscuits, Brady Bunch style!
i long to brush away the hair and look into those eyes! you lucky angoose!
that last picture with his mouth going a little sideways . . . as if to say . . . and you even take my picture in my moment of shame! disgust. pure disgust! LOLOL.
how could i skim so fast by the header???
and virginia c even commented on it!
and the little flower pot eater lying there in the grass and her brother ever checking back . . . priceless.
Poor little guy. Well, not so little anymore.
Nothing worse that a dog's hurt pride.
Love that Bob story!! The hair is amazing, so reminiscent of Wilf!
Such a funny story, I'm laughing out loud. Bob is such a guy! And agreed, his coiffure is remarkably Rod Stewart-like.
We can only be thankful most of our pups forgive us our clumsy moments with or without biscuits!
Good thing for biscuits...
Being struck by a ball thrown with force probably really hurt. Poor darling. Maybe no damage done, but still. We humans wouldn't care too much for it either. And if it hit him near they eye, that would be really painful. Lots of babying and indulging due here and a close watch for corneal abrasions. They're only babies once, after all.
It's amazing how parallel their growth has been. Bob is always ahead but they seem to grow at the same rate.
Love the description of poor Bob after the tennis ball "incident".
I think PONs and Greyhounds must be distantly related! lol A very similar scenario could easily happen here. I'm glad the only thing wounded was his pride!
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