Well, it seems that the rather brave Westie lad in the middle (Joey), erm, got frisky with Zara, the young lady Rottweiler on the right.
This was not a chance encounter, I should point out, they both live in the same home, but I have to say, that Westie has more gumption than many I have met!
And the result? Well, same as ever – a pile of pups which have been dubbed Wotties. Those are going to be interesting little beasties – Rottweiler teeth with a Westie attitude? Good luck to the owners who adopt any of those!
The only thing I will say is that I am just glad they weren’t Resties - and you can work the rest of that out for yourself!
More pictures in that rather yukky Daily Mail (or paw wipes as I think of it)
As winter gets it claws ready, I am currently making sure I have sorted out all the nice warm places to sleep.
A couple of months ago we had a new sofa delivered. It is a lot higher at the back than our last one, but I have found with a bit of a run up I can get up there quite easily and sink happily into the top of the cushions. Oh, the dreams I plan to have while up there!
What I don’t understand is why the rest of the pack insist on sitting down on the seats – they don’t know what they are missing.
Like, there I was, running happily around in the sunshine down by the Great River Ouse, when out of the corner of my eye I spied this big, fluffy and decidedly unfreindly looking thing creeping across my blue sky.
Cheek of it!
Well, one yap at the Big Dog and we changed direction and headed back to the bridge and then to my nice warm home (well, would be if he would turn the heating on occasionally.)
Quick dry of the paws and up to my lookout post on the front room sofa. Timing was perfect; it absolutely poured down. Near horizontal it was with big, soggy, doggy-wetting drops splashing on the window.
Well, I am dry, by the skin of my canines, which is more than I could say for the damp miserable dog that went trotting by a couple of minutes later. Heh!
One of the main issues with being a dog is that you can find your self slipping down the family schedule a bit quickly.
Sometimes, when certain people are concentrating too hard (and not actually achieving anything) this can include those all important meal times. I mean, it is bad enough being restricted to the two meal times a day (and far too few snack times), without them being forgotten!
So, as a dog, one learns to, erm, “insert” oneself between the nearest person capable of opening dog food and whatever is keeping them from that all important duty.
In addition, you may get the chance to catch the odd falling tit-bit from the distracted muncher around lunchtime…..
So, there I was, all nice and asleep in the window, listening to the tap-tap of the Big Dog working, when I get woken up and dragged out!
First, I got sort of confused because he put my car lead on and no harness, so I tried to go out the back door, of course. But no, that wasn’t the plan; I got redirected out the front door and onto the green where I was told to pee! I mean, TOLD to do it!! I like to take my time over these things, not do them to order.
So, having done that bit, I then get taken off the green and off down the back alleys. Didn’t know where I was going for a bit. First I thought we might be going to the library for pink bags (we do that, you know. No idea why.) Then I thought we might be going to the hardware shop – the sort of place that sells four candles, if you want four, that is. But no, that wasn’t it. Then I thought it might be the garage; I like the guys in there, they are very polite.
And then I got it – the snack shop! So completely forgetting that you get more than snacks at the doggy shack shop, I hunched down husky style and upped the pace. When my nose told me I was at the right place I turned right and through the door …
… Straight into the arms of the groomer!!!
Doh! (as someone says)
I never seem to get that one right, and now I am all shaved and neat and … and… and …. CLEAN!!!
(PS: I can spell “pretty” but I was trying to be affected!)