I owe Mrs P & Beloved quite an apology this morning, while I was a superstar on my walk I did my meet & greet with fellow dogs in an appropriate manner ( I sat focused on Beloved ~ which is not something I’ve always been able to do ! ) BUT I did have a slight mishap …I found some fox poo and a decomposed rat which is where my apology lies
Now this is what I don’t understand ~ to me this smells DIVINE you know like a really expensive aftershave
Unfortunately Mrs P has how shall I put this …. a delicate nose and an equally sensitive stomach which resulted in ….
Which resulted in poor Mrs P throwing up ….twice
Then to add insult to injury this happened
Poor Beloved had to get up close and personal to give me a bath
EDIT NOTE ~ to anyone who has not smelt the stench of decomposition before ~ mix everything you absolutely hate the smell of in a huge bucket, mix well leave for 2 weeks preferably in a warm place … then stick your head in said bucket
It was piddling down this morning so I only had a quick storm troop around the village but early afternoon the rain clouds began to part, Mrs P gathered together my day trip bag & bundled my good self & Beloved into the car and set off towards the blue sky, so where did we end up ?
I’ve only been here once before when I was about 8 months old, to begin with I wasn’t too sure what I was seeing
Then it slowly dawned on me I know, I know
Come on Beloved RUN lets get wet ..WE ARE AT THE SEASIDE *squeal*
Did you know the little cove we went to has a very special spot ? why ?
It’s only an OFFICIAL cloud spotting area !! ~ how cool
Of course that meant we had to go cloud spotting …which was probably a good idea as it gave Beloved time to dry off *snigger*
Not only did we spot clouds Mrs P also managed to capture it at a rather jaunty angle
So it started off as the worst of mornings and ended with the best of afternoons
Tonight I shall dream of the beach, the sound of waves, and be one very happy chap
It appears summer has finally decided to grace her with her presence, a glorious day which saw Gelfling Grandson taming garden beasts
Boy Child was worried I would trample on the woodlice so ‘rescued’ them to a safe place away from my bear sized paws
While Beloved and Gelfling Grandson were ‘pottering’ in the garden I had a fabulous idea
“A poor Rottweiler is starving to death here ~pick me some raspberries”
There was a slight hiccup in the plan though we seemed to have run out of cream 😦
I have no idea where the cream went …have you asked Neurotic Cat??
Just thought I’d keep you informed about Farmer Fields crops
They are coming on just fine
Mrs P, Beloved & Gelfling Grandson (AKA Moo) have been gardening ALL weekend so it’s only fair I help out.
I’m in charge of the watering can