Yesterday the weather was warm and sunny once again and Bertie’s day began with breakfasts. The second one occurs when the big dogs have their raw food and he is given a dish of tripe and heart, or chicken.
A hike in Simon’s Wood followed after an interval sufficient to allow thorough digestion.
Lots of interesting sniffs here!
Rustling through the fallen leaves was fun but the trees were raining sweet chestnuts.
Got to look where I'm going - those green spiky things look dangerous.
Luckily, none of them hit any of us but little paws had to be careful not to tread on the spiky husks.
This is the only way I can use a broom - the handle's much too long for me.
Back home after a short walk – bearing in mind the 5 minutes per puppy month mantra – it was time to help in the garden. The yard broom served as a huge toothbrush for the little lad.
Do we really have to go in?
Soon it was time to go indoors again.
Puppies are so tiring! I have to go upstairs for some peace and quiet.
Jenna had retired and was resting quietly on the stairs, ears alert to sounds of food. She had trusted the housework to Bertie who set about it with a will, selecting a damp cloth to clean some of those stubborn spots.
I just don't know where to start.
This could certainly do with some attention . . .
There's a strange many-footed creature in this house. I hope I never meet it.
. . . but there’s nothing to be done about Frodo’s . . .
He wouldn't be Frodo without his spots. They don't wash off - I've tried.
. . . or Winston’s. In any case, it’s not wise to disturb a blogging cat.
Winston is checking his emails
Bertie sometimes likes to pretend he’s a cat – here is one of his recent portrayals.
Not bad for a beginner . . .
After that, Gus asked Bertie to play.
Come on, Bertie. I've got the Kong.
Bertie whispered something in his ear.
Whisper, whisper, whisper
Gus asked Bertie, “Does my breath smell?” Bertie assured him it was as sweet as a nut.
You didn't have garlic last night, did you?
Then there was a bit of mouth wrestling.
The Kong cord gets in the way.
Bertie has learnt to climb on the settee so decided it was time to play on the same level as Gus.
I should have climbed up from the front - it would have been easier!
Peep . . .
. . . o!
Awurr, awurr, awurr
More mouth wrestling . . .
There? Just there?
It’s good to have a friend to help you clean those parts you can’t quite reach.
A friendly lick from Gus.
I think I'm going to be a dentist when I grow up into a human.
What do you get if you cross a Collie with a rose?
A collie-flower . . .
What do you get if you cross a Labrador Retriever and a Curly Coated Retriever?
A Lab Coat Retriever, the choice of all research scientists.
Bertie and Gus share a joke.
Finally it was time for a well-earned rest on the Master’s chair.