This is one of my favourite photos of Fred. In fact, so much of a favourite, that he is currently residing on my desktop. Every morning I come to work, and I see his little face looking at me.
We're pretty sure he's full size now and won't be growing anymore. And that's ok.
We were watching Jane Eyre last night, and spotted Pilot, played by a real wolfhound. So much skinnier with a much longer nose. I think I prefer Freddie with his rounder nose and cute expression. The boy is so solid too. You thump him along his ribs, and all you hear is 'thwump' 'thwump'.
Who'd ever believe that I'd ever become so besotted with a dog.
Rosie has gotten a bit more affectionate lately.
Last night when they got let in, they both came up to me and licked me on the knuckles before settling down in front of the tv.
And at one stage when I happened to get up and look at Rosie, her tail half wagged! That's a historic moment for Rosie, The Indifferent Dog.
Course this could just be the calm before the storm as she lulls us into a sense of complacency before she tries her next dastardly dash out the door.
I had to replace her pretty dog tag a month ago, after she managed to somehow lose the old one. I was lucky to get an exact replica, except this time the engraver put a little dog paw on it as well. And just in time too, because a few days afterwards, she went off on one of her little jaunts again. I got phoned up by a neighbour a street away.
When I went to pick her up, he commented about how pretty she was and asked me what type of breed she was. I did the usual, "not sure, but there should be some staffy or great dane in her somewhere", but in the back of my head, I admit to thinking "that's so great that you think she's beautiful. Would you like her?"
LOL.
