... currently attacking the mop, so all is well!
They've reached a new milestone during the past couple of days, although this is one which we will probably wish they hadn't reached. In their room we have placed a leather bucket chair - for our own comfort you understand. It was getting a bit tedious having to sit on the floor when we were with them, so it makes life a bit more comfortable for us.
Anyway, the puppies have now managed - after not inconsiderable effort I have to say, to scale the heights of the chair. Rose managed it first. She'd been in serious training for about a week before she eventually succeeded and positioned herself on the seat with a very smug expression on her face as she surveyed the scene below her (which was mostly the top of Lily's head, as she too attempted this monumental feat). Yesterday - although I didn't actually witness it, BOTH puppies had managed to get onto the seat, so I imagine Lily jumped up herself and wasn't dragged up there by Rose. I popped my head round the corner (I'd been busy in the kitchen and had taken my eyes off them for all of 60 seconds) to see both girls snuggled up on the chair, looking very pleased with themselves.
Charles and I have had some debate about this. We DO NOT want them to get up on the furniture in the living room - EVER - unless they're lifted up on our knees. On the other hand, we can't keep an eye on them ALL the time when they are in their room, so we're going to let them have the use of this chair, providing they don't start to chew at it!!!
Right - in a few minutes we're going off to Morpeth. We'll just wait until all the school traffic has got out of the way. I've given up waiting for the cake stands (Yes there are supposed to be two). Charles has sent an email to try to find out what the hold up is, but I can't be hanging around every day on the off chance.
I hope Maggie May is okay today Dannymatt. Let me know later.
LILY & ROSE
Here are some photos of Lily & Rose. There are a few from the first time we saw them when they were just 4 weeks old. They would fit on your hand at this age and didn't look much like westies!
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She's fine, actually, other than the crusted green gunky eyes although I do feel so very sorry for her. Cathy gave the your hugs as instructed and then got into trouble from me for having her face too close for hygiene's sake (he he he)....and...well.....it seems to have done the trick my friend, cos she's almost back to normal. Honestly, she's such a lovely little dog. She has no qualms about sitting still letting you bathe her eyes and drop in the drops. It's almost as if she knows you're trying to help... and yet as any human knows, having eyes drops administered is not the most comfortable of experiences. Now she has to suffer them twice daily for life. I took her out for a run this morning and she went about her usual morning rituals of chasing birds, running circles around Isla and like a mad idiot up "Maggies Hill", confronting the only swan left in the biodiversity park and getting soaking wet and filthy into the bargain. Back home she drifted gently off to bobos and spent several hours into the land of nod where she dreamt of eventually catching one of those damned birds and psyching out that arrogant bl**dy swan, no doubt. The deep slumber continued well into this afternoon as she slowly dried (to a crisp skirt that needed to be brushed out) only to wake to find the neighbours who had the temerity to stand within her sight, daring to put up seasonal decorations outside their houses. Bah humbug, I heard her woof gently under her breath. She's her master's dog...
ReplyDeleteBrilliant stuff!
ReplyDeleteWhat a stoic little thing she is! I know EXACTLY how she feels, considering the problems I have with MY eyes - so I'm full of admiration for her.