I was delighted with this colourful gift for my patio, but I don’t think Bob was pleased. We are still searching for a name for him. I favour Herbert as he will sit amongst my pots of herbs.
What do you think, I should call him?
This year my garden is one long continuous battle, for a variety of reasons.
I spend a lot of time pulling weeds,or devising ways to fend off attacks from slugs and snails. These, I believed to be the worst offenders in the garden. This stupid belief was shattered as I went with a bowl to see what strawberries, raspberries and blackcurrants I could collect.
Take a look at this:
to strawberry, to blackcurrant!
So my greatest garden pest is a dog named Bob!
Can I slow Time?
We didn’t know Bob when he was a pup but I imagine him as a cool super pup like this guy,
Full of life and fun.
He came into our lives when he was 2 and a bit.
A bundle of trouble as every follower knows. He ate everything in his way, pipes in drains, remote control unit for the electric gate, the tube covering the wires for the gate itself, shoes, boxes, flower pots the list is endless.
He wasn’t always so laid back, he would almost jump into my arms if a gate rattled as we passed it. He didn’t like big dogs, and still views them suspiciously. He always loved people, big and small. We are a constant source of amusement to him.
However, lately we are becoming aware of his age. Walks take longer, stopping to pee is more frequent, a slight limp is evident on some days, as arthritis creeps in. His meals are prepared with care, adding fish oils, no need to worry about fruit and veg as he loves both and snacks on carrots, steals strawberries, raspberries and blackberries straight from the plants. He has learnt that if he rubs off the apple tree some apples will land at his feet and they are sampled as well.
He ambles after me and will sit watching me as I garden, do housework or write but after five minutes his snoring fills the quiet space between us.
Take today for instance, I suggested a walk and was subjected to the following looks. I took them to mean,
He is 12 years of age and I want to stop his aging. Has anyone any helpful tips regarding arthritis etc with older dogs?
As usual all answers will be gratefully received.
I borrowed Lottie and Bob from Mudpilewood’s site.
We, are celebrating another full year of blogging. Thank you to everyone who has connected with myself and my chunky, cuddly dogs.
I was away for a few days and Bob (and Ellie) were being taken care of by my son. He took pity on Bob who does not have a very exciting life and brought him to work with him for a day. The pictures below show a very relaxed chilled out dog, letting the exertions of everyone at the gym wash over him. He was only interested in hugs, or so they thought.
However, during the afternoon, Bob decided it was time for him to take a little creative walk.
He set off, unknown to those working out.
Another athlete walking into the gym couldn’t understand why his remark created such a fuss. “I have just seen a very nice looking husky sitting patiently outside the cupcake factory door.”
Yep, you guessed it, Bob decided his new best friends were going to be the makers of some very nice cupcakes. And everyone thinks Ellie is the smart one!
You think you humans would learn. Somethings will never change,
roads will stay busy,
Dogs will always love trees no matter the shape or size,
And some dogs will always love walking, leading
But this Bob will always, prefer,
being at home for tea.
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