It rains all day. Bob and Sophie go stir crazy. So do their owners. Nothing quite so sanity taxing as that mix of energetic dogs and a protracted downpour.
In the evening they settle down for some serious rug surfing and touch rugby. They have a new foam rubber rugby ball. Bob instinctively knows not to chew it. Sophie doesn't. Game time comes to an end when Sophie disappears under a bed with the foam rubber rugby ball. She feigns deafness when called. The ball has lasted sixteen minutes before being shredded. Bob emits a loud ' humph ' of frustration .
8 comments:
Bob and Sophie, you have the best house for rug surfing,
Toodle pip!
Bertie (a little envious).
Looks like ya got da room for some good rug surfin.
We got da rains here too.
16 minutes is good going for a foam ball. When Merlin has reduced the ball to a satisfying marble size, he will squirrel away in his bed as many of the bits that he can for lean times (as if) before I can confiscate them!
More selective hearing. Happens here all the time.
Selective hearing of dogs and husbands, one of lifes mysteries !
Todd's new favorite (rubber) ball, just like the previous ones from months ago have all stayed intact. I've thought of sending you one, but I have a feeling that even though they are Scottie-proof, they probably aren't Sophie proof!
Yes, happens every time. The Grand-dogs love the challenge of where's the stuffing? Only an alligator toy made it for a few months. I think it was made by NASA.
I love every morning with coffee checking in on the dynamic duo.
The rickety old farmhouse is stunning.
Huh? Did you say something??
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