We might have the only labrador in the world who is less than keen on water...or perhaps is is just the connotations of the B-A-T-H word which will send him to the very back of his straw-filled kennel for days. Now who can know how this may have come about, but we have decided to expose Little Nell to as many of these things in the nicest possible way while she is still a nipper.
I am afraid we have swiftly entered the realms of enchanted adoration with this plumptious puppy, and she responds accordingly, latching onto one or other of us and shadowing us with precision whilst finding things to snaffle and drag to her basket for a good chewing along the way. The oven glove is winning hands down at the moment, quickly followed by rogue socks from the laundry basket whilst the squeaky purpose-built thing from the pet shop holds no allure whatsoever.
The woman in the pet shop told us we weren't feeding her enough if she was chewing things... what do you think??
Surely all puppies chew??
So on a sweltering hot day last week we walked across Rocky's field behind the house to do some dunking and cooling down of the canines in the cattle trough. Barney as usual had to be 'assisted' in but once submerged realised how blissful this was, and then we had a heck of a job to get him out, but looking quite the Elder Statesman of the dog world as he basked. Little Nell on the other hand took one look (she adores Barney and follows him everywhere too) and couldn't wait to take the plunge, the paws were doing air doggy paddle at the first sight of the water. In she went, swimming from the off and with Bookhound promising to jump in and save her if she sank to the bottom when I asked the 'What if...' question. Thankfully life-saving not required.
and back home...