Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Monday, 28 June 2010
Sunday, 27 June 2010
Tomorrow we are going to buy them a plastic paddling pool as a compromise. Spoilt or what!
Saturday, 26 June 2010
Friday, 25 June 2010
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
Monday, 21 June 2010
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Reuben, aka Bumble is getting on well here, rough and tumble with Reba on the lawn was the order of the day until a chicken letting us know she had laid breakfast interrupted the game. Reuben chose caution over bravery and sat behind Reba in case any killer chickens appeared.
Saturday, 19 June 2010
This big lad, Rocky, is the reason why the fish farm is still in kit form today. We spent three hours at the vets and after a barrage of diagnostic tests it was confirmed that he wasn't ill, just a sex maniac.
Panic started last night when it was noted by Tracey that Rocky's eyes had turned blood red. Now as he is a fit, healthy bouncy dog, this was a bit of a surprise. Consulting the diagnose a dog illness book was no help, red eyes in Berners means either death or demonic possession, and we were sure neither of those applied. The only difference from the start of the day to the close was that by evening there were five Bernese Ladies on site.
We waited until morning.
His eyes were still blood red.
Quick examination, yes very healthy but to be sure, blood pressure, eye pressure, blood tests, kidney tests, maths test, spatial awareness test, walk straight line with one paw behind his back while barking the national anthem test, all passed, Rocky was in A1 condition.
The only thing the vet could think of was that having the choice of so many ladies Rocky got too excited and bust a few blood vessels at the literally eye popping choice.
He now has another nickname, Buster. Buster Bloodvessel.
Friday, 18 June 2010
A man enters the cottage weary from a days honest labour. He greets his beautiful and oh so patient wife, says hello to the dogs and as he tells of the days toil opens the fridge. A promise of a chili con carne for dinner a few hours before has yet to be delivered and with his stomach rumbling his eyes fall on the ceramic white bowl of freshly cooked mince.
Picture a man happily recounting the day from the kitchen, racing spoon in hand sampling the mince while he pours a well deserved ginger beer. Finally thirst slated, hunger temporarily quelled picture a happy man sat with his dogs while he reads his magazine and waits for dinner.
Picture the same man an hour later when his beautiful and oh so patient wife suddenly tells him that if he goes to the fridge not to eat the mince. Picture the man thinking, shall he confess to having already eaten a large portion of the chili ingredients, but instead has the presence of mind to enquire why not eat the mince. Its the dogs mince. Picture his face as he asks why feed the dogs mince, I mean Jesus, lets just stick money in their mouths.
Picture his expression of horror as his beautiful and oh so patient wife explains very slowly that the mince is the dogs mince, from the blue bag in the freezer, the one marked unfit for human consumption.
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
Reuben is growing and his favourite toy is a cuddly Leopard that growls when he moves it. Like all Berners he has a nickname, Bumble, which is apt as it really does fit his walking style, bumbling around.
Tracey tried to do some gardening today, this included trying to find enough earth to fill the holes some of the Clan have excavated under the Berner Bush ( a shrub with magical properties that attracts Berners from afar) and the tunnel under the foundations of the cottage. Asked how it was, gardening with Bumble, who instantly took to the challenge and who could not resist trying to help plant lettuce, although his style of planting included picking up the plant, shaking it until it gave up all signs of resistance before dropping it on the path and fetching another one, "Not easy" was the answer. Good job he's adorable.