My little bear is full of beans at the moment. Aged 13, she rules us with her paw of iron.
But Her Maj’s enthusiasm for life, or more realistically getting us to do what she wants, keeps her young and happy.
We are all, of course, her willing slaves. She is our everything.
This is the steeley Patterdale terrier Look of Determination. Ignore it at your cost.
And this is Lambie’s version thereof.
With added Wininng Smile as he runs to the owner of the packet of Ginger Nuts.
‘Bert is still having horn issues and is refusing to talk to anyone much.
Meanwhile, we are sitting en famille at the ever disintegrating and shrinking picnic table (the sheep are methodically eating their way through it having finished an old front door) watching the Icelandic horses annoy BeAnne.
It is a never-ending sport. They hang their heads over the fence, we shout “watch them BeAnne” and she rushes off in full rage to bite errant noseys which have quickly been withdrawn to the safety of behind the fence
The horses know exactly what they are doing. They have been taunting BeAnne for years. They love it. She loves it.
This is an ancient and thoroughly enjoyable sport. One day she tells herself, just one day!
We ❤️ BeAnne Duvet Soufflé Princess Chantelle Shaznay du Mezzanine. Indeed we do.