Bob has uprooted one of the rosemary plants I put in yesterday. He seems very pleased with himself.
Sophie lies on the wooden table looking frightful. She gets groomed every day but within ten minutes looks as if she's suffered a lifetime of neglect.
Two signs appear in the garden centre gift shop. I buy them. Both apply to Sophie.
An electrically heated coil to wrap round your palm trees and keep them free of frost. How clever is that ?
Bob christens the olive trees in the car park. We leave - quickly.
6 comments:
In Sophie's case.....Cleanliness is next to impossible?!
Don't let Bob christen heated coils....sounds like an accident waiting to happen.
I'm sure those aren't the sort of presents darling Sophie has in mind. For starters, neither of them involves food.
But Sophie wouldn't be Sophie without her muddy wellington paws!
I think you could be right about the signs -- But doesn't Sophie think the best place to sit is on the table?
I like the red & white vw bus toy.
I'm on your side Sophie....always.....let me know if you are asked to leave and I will send you a ticket to my side of the world...Love Brownie...Woof!!
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