Dear Little Lambie – always there with his Winning Smile. It makes my day.
I think he is hopeful for a biccie.
And here is the “Faithful-sort-of” very mischievous Pepper with her butter-wouldn’t-melt and possibly hard-done-by face.
Pepper is a busy little girl – always on a mission, looking for things. She rarely stops still long enough for me to take a photo. I was lucky today.
This morning I dodged the weather and drove around the westside of Shetland distributing Christmas presents and cards, while having some wonderful time to myself.
It was very beautiful.
Once home, I found Daisy finishing the decorating of our very small tree.
The tree has to be small because Pepper would eat it all. Even she can’t reach it….. yet.
We are going down the “Scandi” route. When we were visiting Norway a few years back, I saw a decorated branch hanging in a conservatory. In that house, it was obviously tastefully created and arranged and I thought the same might work for us.
Those that can’t hang any longer have become Christmas ornaments – this is my most favourite for obvious reasons.
It has been remarked on possibly more than one occasion by those that know and understand that two terriers together is not an easy combination. I won’t lie, we are struggling. Pepper is wilful and difficult while Ted has the recall of someone who absolutely not recall at all and then Pepper follows and runs off if she can. In the house, they are both of course perfect (ish) but outside is a different matter.
Today I bought cocktail frankfurters at our local shop to see if I can use them as temptation and as a way into two badly-behaved terriers’ brains via their tummies. I am at my wits’ end. I think it is because I have been away and I am trying to claw back my position as top dog and leader.
After I wanted to strangle the pair of them, I took myself out of the situation and drove over to see the Minions who were far away. I shouted and they all came over.
Of course Albie came running up first – so sweet and lovely to have someone run to me when I call!
I needed the healing powers of a kiss from Tiddles.
The peace of Leradale is healing.
Maybe I should live there – just me and my Minions. At least they come when they’re called.
Daisy has just reminded me that a certain BeAnne Duvet was no angel. Obviously I had forgotten this. She was always perfect apart from the times when she wasn’t.