Our search to make BeAnne happy continues.
A friend came round for coffee this morning, bringing her two Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retrievers to play. They came over last year for swimming – Blog Post and it had been a huge success.
As it was March and minus something outside, instead of swimming and retrieving ducks, the Tollers just retrieved BeAnne’s box of toys.
This lovely girl was spayed a few days back – hence the medical pet shirt (such a good idea, I think, and much nicer than those horrid lampshade collars).
I wont pretend that BeAnne was thrilled to see these dogs, let alone share her toys but a reaction, either positive or negative, is better than nothing. BeAnne favoured her put-upon sulking routine!
The Tollers didn’t seem to care whether Mein Host was receptive or not.
We went outside for a little while.
BeAnne took her bally-ball just in case anyone nipped back to steal it. She loves it because it is the only one in her extensive collection that still squeaks.
This is BeAnne’s look of pure no-one-should-even-think-about-my-bally-ball!
Isn’t it, BeAnne? Yaysh! Typical Her Maj.
Back indoors, where it was slightly warmer, the dogs began to relax a bit more.
Again, like yesterday, there was almost a moment of potential playing.
We went past the vet this afternoon and I picked up a brace of new squeaky bally-balls. BeAnne took one to her bed.
The search continues.