I know I should be blogging about Grace’s jacket, but that can wait. Now I need to introduce…
(UK readers will realise why one might call a Border Collie, Wobble – I am not sure if the joke travels.)
Wobble belongs to my son Nick. She was chosen at about 4 weeks old, but Andy, who bred her (and Nick’s 10 year old Collie, Bess) won’t let his puppies go until they are at least 8 weeks old. And that is why his dogs are good – the extra two weeks with mum makes a huge difference to their confidence etc.
So Nick picked her up on Thursday, and on Saturday she met the rest of the Lovick clan, two and four legged.
Ben my older on, also likes BCs….
Then Nick had the bright idea of getting a pic with all four dogs – his two BCs, Steve’s Scottie and my Scottie. This was easier said than done….
(note that Steve, Nick and Bess all have the same expression in this one!!)
After a while I turned the flash on. It didn’t help much…
Steve also has two cats, which quickly asserted their superiority over the puppy. I didn’t get a pic of the interactions, as Wobble took refuge under the table…
Next time I really will post something sensible, but in the meantime, puppies only come every 10 years….