Bad Boys

We are often told how well behaved our Berners are, which comes as a surprise to us as we often think other peoples Berners are far better behaved than ours. Given there are 7 Bernese at Rock HQ all demanding sofa space we sometimes have to tolerate a bit of Bernese badness.

Like today while we were at the supermarket the Rockmeister was left in the conservatory with Reba and Montana, Spotty was in the kitchen with pathetic triever, Reuben, Bliss and WooZah were watching TV in the annex. All were left with new fresh from the bull marrow bones, a selection of magazines to read, some chewy toys and a mobile phone in case of emergencies. Confident all would be well in our world in our absence we engaged in retail therapy and got lots of jelly and ice cream for little t's birthday party on the weekend.

The Rockmeister got bored without us and opened the front door to the lounge, had a good old root around before letting Spotty out of the kitchen. It appears both ran around the house, undoubtedly cheered on by Reba and Montana, finding our bedroom door open had a right old game on our bed, in our wardrobes, under the bed, you get the idea. They turned their attentions to the spare bedroom where to their delight they found the bed had been made up with a new unlsept in mainly white duvet cover ready for friends staying over on the weekend so they decorated that with Bernese shaped mud prints. The bathroom was a new adventure, there they found the bags of clean clothes and baby toys that were being sent to the charity shop, each item had to be taken out and given the Bernese quality check. Happy with their work they made a pile of whatever soft furnishings that came to paw and made a nest where they happily waited for our return.

They are now all hiding or keeping very quiet aside from Reuben, Bliss and WooZah who are enjoying the feeling of self righteousness.