Back to veggie packing on a Thursday afternoon at Turriefield – http://www.turriefieldveg.co.uk/
I always ask BeAnne if she wants to come too as Turriefield is one of favourite travel destinations.
She is mostly a good girl. She has one of her dog beds there – it stays permanently in their packing shed, so she has somewhere to settle and sleep.
Today, on our well-earned tea break, the biscuit tin was opened and BeAnne heard it immediately.
So BeAnne did what she does best – she worked the room!
When BeAnne found that folk in Turriefield don’t feed beautiful sweet little doggies, she took herself off for a sulk.
But BeAnne is not one to hold a long grudge and she soon found some old sacks to sit on. She is always happiest when she is involved.
Having done the vegetable box distribution, I was put to work dibbing and planting beans.
On my home, I checked the horses. They were miles away on the horizon, totally ignoring me.
Oh yes, ‘Ster returned last night looking rather embarrassed. Lambie was nonchalant!
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Well, I don’ t know how they all resisted BeAnne. I couldn’t!
They must be hard hearted people indeed!
Ster was missing his Mum, so of course he came home.
BeAnne would have gotten my entire stash of biscuits — she’s so endearing!
Odd about ‘Ster hearing the call of the wild but returning home again — yes, I think he missed his Mum (and possibly Lambie).
I was thinking the same thing, how could they resist that face?!
I can’t believe that sweet little face didn’t earn BeAnn at least a crumb! How could anyone resist?
Whaaa?? A great standing sit and NO bisquit??? The horrors of BeAnne’s life.
Gald to hear ‘Ster trotted home – did he have any tales to tell?