Good Weekend

We'll call that a good weekend, then. It's been a long time coming but Spring seems to be finally here, Daffs and Irises are starting to do their stuff, all be it rather late for the local Hort Soc's Spring Show. Never mind, on that one - there are always plenty of ladies willing to enter the flower arranging classes or cook the cakes for the baking classes (and Jackie next door happy to pass "us" a cake (and, thankfully a roasted lamb bone or two) which she has over.

Dad gets a chance to catch up on the SB Cambria, and you can see from these pics that not only is the decking progressing well but also in the below decks pic of the back end, you can see the side planking slowly climbing up the sides. Look either side of the red-painted vertical pole (which is a deck support pillar under the little rear (="mizzen") mast. The light shining in between the frames there is now only getting in for the top 3-4 feet.

The on-deck pic is taken from the starboard bow, basically standing just to the right of the stem-post, looking aft.

And there's a new "Smudge" in the house. We already know one, companion of Westie "Barney", a mainly white, long bodied JR cross with wirey hair and floppy ears that glow ever brighter red as he heats up chasing the tennis balls that are his number 1 passion. Well, tiny pup Smudge is aslo a white wispy haired JR with brown smudges, but he's only 12 weeks old and still all floppy and soft in his movements, and given to falling over his feet when tapped by a westie's nose. His companion is a red Staffie of whom we cannot recall the name, though we were told.

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Love thy Neighbour

Here we are - just the three of us. Me on the table, Haggis face front and the old girl Meggie, profile. Seconds later we were handed a chunk of lamb bone each, passed across the fence by our neighbours (other side from the Angel Bettie). Gotta love those neighbours. So now we are noses down, 6 feet apart by choice, mantling over the "prey" like one of those raptors dad was playing with last week, gnawing frantically lest we don't finish first and someone else comes a-prowling

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Musical Bones

More than once, Meggie has fooled us out of bones we were chewing. Having finished her own bit you then see her sit down near the back door with a thoughtful expression. Suddenly she's up a yapping, appearing to charge down the garden. We are bound to follow - brothers in arms and all that, but we don't realise she's not actually with us more than the first few feet, when H and I charge by, barging her aside as we go. Only when we suss that there is, in fact no threat, do we return to the bones, to find Meggie contentedly chewing on one, looking very smug

Well tonight, the tables were turned. 3 dogs, 3 bits of lamb carcase, 3 chewing positions on the terrace. I finish mine and sit back. Then a genuine "noises off" round the side of the house has Megan leaping into action to charge round the side. abandonning her bone. Haggis leaps up to and persues her. Un-noticed by all but Dad, I slide over to Haggis's and nick it, looking at Dad with an "act natural say nuffink" look. Haggis is first back round, sees his own bone gone but spies Meggies. Quick look over his shoulder and a visible gulp, and he's stolen Meg's.

We all got away with this game of musical bones, only because while stealing bones that are abandonned is just about allowed, no-one actually attacks a bone-in-mouth dog, even when it's Haggis.

Fun eh?

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