Breakfast time. Sophie lets out her 'there's someone at the front door' bark and rushes out of the kitchen. Big brother follows her. Sophie reappears. With Bob distracted she eats her kibbles and then makes a start on his. Bob is an innocent. It would never enter his mind that Sophie would try to steal his food. This is perhaps why he's as lean as a working farm dog while she has become increasingly curvaceous. Meal times are now closely monitored.
The air conditioning in the little Skoda has gone wrong. It churns out super heated air. Just what you need in 90 degree temperatures. After a day in the workshop the morose young mechanic helpfully informs me '' can't find nothing wrong with it guv ".
Sophie likes to drink from the irrigation system. She has two choices. The sprinkler heads or the perforated pipe that waters the laurel hedge. Both lead to a bad hair day.
The lady in the chocolate shop has guimauves for sale. Turns out to be marshmallow. Long thin tubes of chocolate coated marshmallow. An acquired taste.
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AH HAH! At last - proof positive of why SOPHIE came home from the kennel a bit more curvaceous, and BOB not so much. This is a very cleverly worked out plan of hers. Innocent BOB! Innocent slim BOB! Oh dear, oh dear. What ever is going to take place when you are on holiday? Some
worries and PONders from the Westcoast of Canada. Cheers to our favorite family.
Guimauves - sounds like a waste of good chocolate to me!
Cheers, Gail.
PS Remember Wagon Wheels? Urgh.
I do ! They were low in sugar compared with these things.
That Sophie is such a GIRL! Oh, wait a minute, Macdui seems to be doing the same thing to us. He's always getting our food.
XXXOOO Bella Roxy & Macdui
Our dogs own us I take better care of my dogs than myself!
Ah, the old bark at something fake at the door trick to steal your brother's food! I've seen that one!
Sounds as if guimauves may be to Sophie's taste.
Oh Sophie you clever but naughty girl....stealing Bob's food with a ploy like that...I'm impressed but that was not nice.....Love, your pal Brownie.
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