The cleaning lady comes early. Sophie lingers in the hall hoping that there may be biscuits.
Bob, spotting the hoover ( otherwise known as the spawn of the devil ) takes himself outside. No way is he going to stay inside when that howling banshee is in residence.
25 degrees yesterday. That's nearly eighty for the unmetricated. This would be a perfect summers day were it not February. It's so hot Sophie gets given a bath. Bob is also due a bath but observing what's happening to his sister he dons his cloak of invisibility and disappears upstairs.
After a morning of chasing village C-A-T-S the angelic duo take up their position by the front door. Sophie falls asleep first. Bob does his best to keep his eyes open but follows his sister in dreamland shortly after.
Angus was going to cut the grass but 'The Font' has been told by The Old Farmer not to do so. Seems that all the tiny flowers that come into bloom at this time of the year are being cut back by eager grass trimmers. The bees need them to survive. Angus is only too happy to desist.
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7 comments:
Has Sophie yet managed to charm any treats out of this cleaning lady?
No. In that respect the new cleaning lady is failing to make canine friends.
Good on the Old Farmer! (and I'm totally using that excuse myself...)
Your photos today are quite delightful. I love Bob with a background of your sweet garden, and the photo of both of them is just perfect. Can't believe you are hotter than us. We were only 15degrees at 4pm when I finished work, although the sun is shining there is an autumnal bite .
It seems that dogs anywhere dislike vacuum cleaners, and I wonder why. Perhaps there's a part of the noise that humans can't hear?
Please do leave the little flowers, bees these days need all the help they can get.
Todd will typically attack ours when it is on the move. When a couple of the other dogs see/hear it they are confident their demise may be inevitable, like Bob, so they retreat also.
And, I agree with 'the Font.' Here they tell us not to kill the dandelions in the early spring for the same reasons.
Phod also hates the vacuum and finds hiding spots.
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