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| Our 2012 family |
In this first conscious hour of 2012, Flyn decided it was far too early to be pestered by an exhuberant pup and a short sharp telling off, sent Holly screaming into the kitchen for comfort and protection...and, a tug of war with my trousers while I struggled to prepare canine breakfasts.
Pepper, (our older pup by 8 months), and a reliable puppy minder and trainer! picked this time to vomit something that she must have eaten during yesterdays walk. I fought my way past a retching Pepper and retrieved and caged Holly who was more than a little interested in the wood and bile mess. While I cleaned up and assured myself that Pepper was ok., Holly screamed like a banshee, - being crated again was definitely not part of her early morning routine.
By now, Flyn was dancing around and desperate to get upstairs to Frank, the removal of tea bags from mugs signified time for his escape and special play session with Frank.
With Flyn removed, Holly released and some semblance of order restored, the next mad session
started as Pepper and Holly began their favourite game of tag. A pair of little whirlwinds hurtled through lounge, dining room, kitchen and yard with Holly making good her escape under the settee while Pepper was less fortunate as her 'safe' refuge on the settee has already been conquered by Holly,- much to mine and Pepper's dismay. Meanwhile, I set about replacing the carpet tiles in the dining room as Holly regularly relocates and redesigns them whenever she gets bored with the piles of toys strewn from one end of the house to the other. While they were otherwise engaged, it seemed a good time to empty the rubbish bin. It has become necessary to keep the overhanging edges of the bin liner inside the bin as Holly had quickly discovered the delights of shredding just about anything. Unfortunately this meant that the liner nolonger achieved its purpose as efficiently as before, so, I fought my way through the unmentionable detritus while fighting off a helpful pup who seemed to think I had arranged a great new game just for her. With rubbish restored, bin liner tied and deposited in the wheelie bin, I finally sank into my chair to drink my now luke warm tea...
A crash from the kitchen sent me jerking to my feet, my brief respite ended. The stand that Ghillie had used for food and water now held two water bowls, while a smaller water bowl is kept at ground level for Holly. She had decided that she preferred a larger bowl and had managed to dislodge one of them depositing a full bowl of water on the kitchen floor. I grabbed a towel to mop up the flood which, of course was an instant invite for a tug of war. Oh dear- shades of Holly's auntie Poppy who I chased around the garden at Mo's when she ran off with my jacket.
Order vaguely restored, I curled up in my chair with the logic problem that had defeated me in my inebriated state last night. Holly and Pepper continued to charge around with the mad exhuberance that is at its best in puppies of all ages. By 9am, they finally crashed.
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As I watch them sleep, I marvel at the strange turn of events that led to us welcoming these two incredible animals into our home...but that is a story for another day. We are priviledged to have such fabulous young dogs in our house. After all the sadness and turmoil of the last eighteen months, this truely is a new begining.
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