I feel quite embarrassed as I read about all these virtuous pooches who respect the garden and stay off the borders. We have two bichons called Henry and Maisie and they are not like that at all. They do tend the follow the paths, but when they start to have a wrestling match they romp all over everything and plants just have to be tough enough to take it! Gerald Durrell used to have two puppies called Widdle and Puke; mine should be called Widdle and Poo, both of which they do on the borders and preferable over a plant.
We had Henry as a puppy, bought from a farmer in West Wales. I now realise it was a puppy farm - I was too naive to understand this at the time. Maisie is rehomed, though she was treated well by her previous owners. She is sweet, feminine and loving. Henry is a neurotic idiot, utterly greedy and rather fat. He snarls at us and shows his teeth if we displease him, then lumbers onto OH's lap and wants to have his tummy tickled. He never bites but snarling isn't an attractive habit. He barks at visitors and at birds and at cats and at shadows and at his own reflection in the glass doors. Not sure why he lovable, but he is. He and Maisie are inseparable, even though he snarls at her, too. He is a dedicated gardener. I plant things, Henry digs them up! A fair division of labour, I suppose...
This is my Moo. Not his original name, which is Midge, but evolved over time and fits him much better. I call him my Nigel, as he loves being outside with me (even in the rain) and comes calling for me to go for a constitutional around the garden several times a day. I’m not sure how much it’s related to the mouse farm under the decking........
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I feel quite embarrassed as I read about all these virtuous pooches who respect the garden and stay off the borders. We have two bichons called Henry and Maisie and they are not like that at all. They do tend the follow the paths, but when they start to have a wrestling match they romp all over everything and plants just have to be tough enough to take it! Gerald Durrell used to have two puppies called Widdle and Puke; mine should be called Widdle and Poo, both of which they do on the borders and preferable over a plant.
We had Henry as a puppy, bought from a farmer in West Wales. I now realise it was a puppy farm - I was too naive to understand this at the time. Maisie is rehomed, though she was treated well by her previous owners. She is sweet, feminine and loving. Henry is a neurotic idiot, utterly greedy and rather fat. He snarls at us and shows his teeth if we displease him, then lumbers onto OH's lap and wants to have his tummy tickled. He never bites but snarling isn't an attractive habit. He barks at visitors and at birds and at cats and at shadows and at his own reflection in the glass doors. Not sure why he lovable, but he is. He and Maisie are inseparable, even though he snarls at her, too. He is a dedicated gardener. I plant things, Henry digs them up! A fair division of labour, I suppose...
...a lovely tale... and whatever their faults, they look charming...
This is my Moo. Not his original name, which is Midge, but evolved over time and fits him much better. I call him my Nigel, as he loves being outside with me (even in the rain) and comes calling for me to go for a constitutional around the garden several times a day. I’m not sure how much it’s related to the mouse farm under the decking........