After a blustery night the new day dawns bright, sunny and fair. We wander off to the waterfall. On our way Bob chases egrets, Sophie searches for unmentionable things in the long grass and their master enjoys the warm, soft air.
When it's time to come home all that needs to be said to Bob is ' Back !'.
Sophie is oblivious to all commands other than the word 'breakfast'. Only when this magic word is uttered does her deafness disappear. She immediately turns homewards at a trot. If her brother lags too far behind she barks and glares.
Can they really be from the same litter ?
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Same Litter, Different planet, alternate universe in just so many ways. It is their differences that make them so adorable
Is Sophie part terrier? We're 'breakfast' or 'treat' dogs, too.
Yes, of course they are - but Sophie's a girl, and Bob is...well, he's Bob. Would we want them to be any different !
I sometimes wonder if my human children are actually related, then I remember I gave birth to all of them.
I've wondered the same thing about one of my siblings.
Just look at any human family.
Just like me and my brother...he only responds to breakfast too.
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