Well, I say if you can't post a few lamb photos on Easter weekend, when can you?
A morning of chores, including collecting and storing two trailer-loads of straw and hay bales. As I mentioned yesterday, lugging these bales up a steep slope to our hay store is just about my least favourite outside job. Somehow, today I managed to get away with it because Angus was slightly less grunty and unhelpful than he has been of late and agreed to help. The cynical side of me thinks that that that had something to do with him wanting lifts to and from a party an hour's round trip away, hopefully I am mistaken...........
Our group of friends don't usually need much of an excuse to plan a Saturday afternoon (or Friday Evening or Sunday afternoon for that matter) meet-up in the local pub and today was no exception. Today's excuse was that it was Basil's birthday. To be honest, I am not sure that Basil would have exactly been mortally offended had we not all turned out to celebrate, given that he is a Jack Russell, but we didn't want to take any chances. In honour of the occasion I bought a pack of bone-shaped doggy biscuits when I was at the supermarket and wrapped them in tissue paper to present to him.
I had to go back into the house after we had left to get my camera in case there was a sufficient break in the crowds surrounding the canine Birthday Boy to take a commemorative photograph (alas no.) When we got to the pub I realised that I had left the biscuits on the kitchen worktop, but Sam very kindly said he would dash home and get them. He returned empty-handed saying that our damn dog had eaten at least half of them. I thought that he was joking, but sadly he wasn't. So poor old Basil didn't get his gift, but we all had a nice time celebrating with him.
I dropped Angus off at a party that he was staying at in the evening. The first one where although I was told that there would be adult supervision, I haven't really had a full grip on all of the arrangements (if in fact there were any,) and where I have not known the family of the host. I suppose this stage had to come around at some time, but it didn't stop me going to bed with my mobile and the house phone under my pillow!
The dog, having eaten a shed load of stolen bone shaped biscuits spent the whole night projectile vomiting.
This pic is good but the narrative was even better - I have been through the kids scaring moments and thankfully that's all behind me. It did give me a little laugh though reading your bit about the party etc. etc.
Oh no - I suppose the dog didn't worry about the packet being eaten as well. I hope nobody else in your family was projectile vomiting because of over-indulgence ;0) It drives Nigel crazy when Adam goes off to parties and we don't have even an address half the time - we make him text it to us when he arrives but how do we really know he's there? And he goes on the bus or wit friends so we aren't even dropping off 'to see'. My friend just hosted her son's 17th and said she heard two phrases she didn't want to hear, 'That bucket's already got vomit in it' and 'X is in the garage sh****** Y'. My party-averse daughter was very stress-free - goodness knows what we've got to look forward to!
@jantan I think I've got several of them staying at my house afterwards. Which I've allowed on condition that I have all the parents' phone numbers and I reserve the right to phone them if I think anyone is dangerously drunk.
I knew you'd understand Judith. @judithg On the way to the party he was telling me that this time last year one of the girls from the year above him in the girls' equivalent of his school had to have her stomach pumped. Very comforting I'm sure. (I am selectively forgetting what I used to get up to at his age.)
@jantan Yes well I'm regularly informed that the girls are the worst. Not, luckily, in our house because Rachel is Mrs Sport not Mrs Party - although now she's an university she's had to succumb a bit.... Adam did get brownie points from some parents at a party last year ( age 15) for holding a girl's hair while she vomited. Good to know I've brought him up right! As I remember it we drank pretty young but less...mostly because the options available were so revolting!
Such a sweet family - don't you just hate dog vomit. I had a lab who was such a glutton and almost always when he was on his holidays with friends would manage to find their Easter egg stashes or the choccy biccy cupboard and make himself so ill!!! The beach in summer was another nightmare and country walks !!! He could eat for England!
@moirab haha, that's labs for you! Our dog's (not a lab) worst habits are eating the bits of hoof the farrier cuts off the donkeys feet and throwing them up about three days later, and once she ate so much donkey poo that she threw it up all over the living room carpet - fortunately I had gone away on a girly weekend and my husband who was already looking after two small kids had to deal with it.
Yuck and Yuck! With Danny sometimes it was the secret gobbling and finding a ginormous poo on the kitchen floor in the morning before we all had to have breakfast and leave for school!! I do miss him though. Kind husband!!!
The projectile vomiting, well that one I can do without! heeheh
(Did you edit them into this picture?)
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Dogs who projectile vomit? Not nearly so cute.