Lambing has begun (dear God, please not with us), so dog walks are only at home on our land. Never anywhere else.
My sheep are used to the dogs.
They are far too laid back to care about anything like two small terriers or even a cat.
Here is Harrel-the-Barrel’s most creepiest smile.
And then he went a bit “Dalai Lama” on us!
Anywho, moving swiftly on, here are Les Girls ……. Maggie with her gorgeous smile.
And Madge, trying hard to be tame but failing dismally.
As you can see Edna doesn’t care and Ted is now officially a croft dog. Sheep mean nothing to him.
There is white and then there is WHITE!
When I sent this photo to Daisy, she wrote, and I quote, “I think this sums up our life”. I have to agree with her.
But, in the next minute …..
Pepper: “Can you see anything worth chasing, digging up or eating?”
Monster: “I’m always looking.”
Pepper: “Well?”
Monster: “Nope!”
Cat and dog work as a team and tend to forget (read lose) Ted as he barks a lot when he is hunting. Patterdale terriers are silent hunters. Monster does his best.
And now this is where it gets weird. Monster sat on a rock in the middle of the burn (stream).
And I looked at him and wondered – was his tail really floating on the top of the water? And, yes, yes it was! It was all wet on the under-side when I felt it.
Who does that? Monster, that’s who because he is officially weird. There, I’ve said it.
Thank you! This little slice of croft life made my day. 😉
An especially good selection today, Frances!!
Delightful! I particularly like the last photo of Monster looking as though he’s chuckling.
And Monster still doesn’t have a drop of dirt on him after all that. How he stays so clean is magic.
I think he dunks himself in the burn daily.
I wonder if Monster thinks his tail is a new kind of dry fly made for trout fishing.
Hilariously entertaining pictures and dialogue today. Thank you Frances. Love them all!
Nice walk today.
Monster is a great cat and what a wonderful life you have given him. I enjoy your posts very much.