Caught unawares Bob is deposited in the bath. His master has dressed for the occasion in wellington boots, boxer shorts and rain wear. From the amount of water deposited on the floor and on the walls this was a wise precaution.
Bob repairs to the grooming table to sulk.
One of those '' and I thought they loved me " moments. A rice cake and a tickle and his equanimity is soon restored.
This morning at the cafe under the arcades an interloper. An aged and slightly incontinent Westie being fed slivers of croissant by it's owner.
We beat a hasty retreat and take a seat outside.
Interloper + Croissants + Sophie = The possibility of a 'diva moment'.
To the cake shop on the way home. The PONs get some tiny morsels of choux pastry. Bob has now forgotten all about his 'trauma'.
Those mundane moments of dog ownership too inconsequential for a diary but too unimportant to go completely unrecorded.
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That part of Bob's life is over.....on to the next adventure and if it contains choux pastry, so much the better.
A sharp about turn would have been my choice with Merlin.
Going with the flow is not a PONs most outstanding trait.
Their paws point towards the 'a place for everything and everything in it's place' camp, I think.
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..apart from their hairstyle.
You've written the best description of a PON's love for routine.
Bob's hoping that's bath time dealt with forever !
Appropriate dress for bathing Bob. Knowing when to retreat from the cafe. All signs of an experienced PON owner!
The sight of all those cakes is never a mundane moment in my book!
Angus a photo of that bath time combat gear would have been priceless...I'm sure Bob has forgiven you for your transgression by now.
Angus's bath apparel is reminiscent of a Monty Python sketch!
'The Font' is grateful that Caroline, the permanently unhappy cleaning lady, didn't catch sight of me !
Ah yes, our Tucker is the same at bath time. And such looks he gives. I am sure they practice those when we are not around.
I am a Westie owner so it was nice to see a Westie showing up in your blog this morning.
It was neat seeing inside the cafe, since you talk about it so often.
I can not imagine trying to give your size fur babies a bath. How long does it take?
Not long. They're out of the bath before you know it !
Thank heavens we don't know what they're really thinking ! There again they seem to forgive us pretty quickly.
Angus, we would loved to have seen a photo of you dressed ready for action!
We get a shower, but we still don't like being washed either - what a really good idea to sulk afterwards. Then maybe we'll get a rice cake and a tickle too, instead of being kept indoors until we're dry, and told not to go out and roll in anything really nasty!
Now I'm imagining the scene with suitably Python-esque sound effects.
I thought Scots didn't wear boxers...?
By the coat color and ear placement, I thought that was a wheaten colored Scottie. I guess the light is just a bit golden. Retreat is always honorable around here to avoid points of ownership....MY street! MY neighborhood! MY dog park! Mine, mine mine!
Pam, keeper of Bonnie n Kenzie. (Who has to explain frequently that they are not Westies. I get those looks - poor demented woman, doesn't know her own dogs....let's just walk quietly away and not frighten her!)
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