Two's Company

On the way home from work, Jeff and I stopped for our 3rd walk of the day in the woods that were the site of the fateful GLI (garlic lamb incident). For once he listened to me as we "this way"ed, "come on"ed and "leave it"ed on our way past the presumably, by now, even more putrid lamb remains. I suspect this had more than a little to do with the fact that he was knackered from his 2 previous walks.

We'd heard rumours there was "a big dog that looks like yu-ers called busta or summat" from an errant cyclist. Errant on 3 counts. Firstly, we were on a public footpath - so no bikes allowed. Secondly, if you were going to flout the law then the sketchy singletrack through the woods and down the steep riverside banks was surely worth getting busted for, not the flat track we were on. Thirdly, Oscar (not Buster), although unneutered and 4 years old, wasn't like Jeff at all: he wasn't as handsome, he was a full 2 inches shorter and was nowhere near as regal looking despite also being a Berner.

I was on the phone to Adele when Oscar arrived and had to cut the conversation short, fearing a Godzilla moment as the heavyweights clashed. Sure enough it appeared Jeff was remembering his puppyhood as he ruff-and-tumbled with the other Berner, for once asserting his dominance. Usually Jeff is so soft- he was ganged up on by the beagles in puppy class and recently was embarrassingly submissive to a black lab 4 months his junior. But this time things were different: I was almost proud as he mounted Oscar "asserting his manhood."

Now it's time for a superfluous shot of Claire with her puppies on display:

Back then we decided on Jeff (left) and today, as the giants rumbled in the jungle, leaving "rubble and ashes" in their wake, I was glad we'd slept on it and decided not to get two puppies!