Friday 13th – unlucky for some??
Not here on the Homestead; here it marked the first birthday of the Homestead Hound.
It seems like Colin has both been here forever and only just arrived, but one thing is for sure: his arrival has changed the Homestead forever (and that’s not just because every piece of furniture now bears his teethmarks). As The Bean Counter is often heard to comment (usually from underneath 36 kilo of Labrador who can’t understand that his lap sitting days may be over), “Who knew we were dog people!”
Did he get presents? Need you ask!
From us Homesteaders: a new collar – one befitting his new found maturity (ahem). Doesn’t he look smart?
And from his best friend, Kora (she of many river walks and general shenanigans) and her human, The Princess Nikita, a big bag of the kind of treats designed to keep still growing, not always sensible, don’t quite appreciate their own strength puppies contented with their own company for a while. The Princess, it has to be said, is something of a Dog Whisperer and the Homestead’s canine sage.
While he may still regress at times – bring the washing in off the line without being asked, bounce all over unsuspecting young children who ask if they can pat the beautifully sitting puppy as we wait for Farm Girl to emerge from her institution of learning, pick the flowers and fruit from the garden to place them lovingly at the back door, shred every piece of bedding, chew the table legs, bark at the sheep (who still haven’t become mothers) – he is getting better and brighter everyday.
See! The first daffodil remains insitu (incidentally arriving 11 days later than last year’s); I’m trying not to pay it too much attention.