P3LH
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One of the corgis has a fetish for soft furnishings, the more expensive the better. If you look very closely most cushions/throws/rugs/other needless things my OH buys, will have tatty edges or corners. He is a snob though as I have tested cheaper objects and he leaves them, shows no interest, the more expensive the more he cannot resist.
The spitz puppy has a very particular set of skills, much like Liam Neeson. Being a spring pup he has grown up with me in the garden a lot, whilst simultaneously having an identity crisis that he is in fact a retriever. Whatever I plant, be it bulb or flower, he will watch me do and then a short while later appear, covered in mud, drop the item at my feet and bound around with glee that he has returned what I ‘lost’. I thought he would grow out of it - he has not. His greatest achievement was watching me plant a four and a half foot silver birch sapling that was growing very well, but a little too close to the house for my liking. He did what he always does - likes sphinx like and stately watching me garden, but given its size I had no concerns. The ground was very mucky as it needed a good drink. Twenty minutes later as I was in the kitchen cooking I could hear this strange huffing and grunting noise which would stop every few moments. He then appeared, completely brown where he is usually black and white - this is no literary license, the mud was thick, doing his retrieval dance and there in my dining room was said tree half in the doorway. Serious excavation.
The spitz puppy has a very particular set of skills, much like Liam Neeson. Being a spring pup he has grown up with me in the garden a lot, whilst simultaneously having an identity crisis that he is in fact a retriever. Whatever I plant, be it bulb or flower, he will watch me do and then a short while later appear, covered in mud, drop the item at my feet and bound around with glee that he has returned what I ‘lost’. I thought he would grow out of it - he has not. His greatest achievement was watching me plant a four and a half foot silver birch sapling that was growing very well, but a little too close to the house for my liking. He did what he always does - likes sphinx like and stately watching me garden, but given its size I had no concerns. The ground was very mucky as it needed a good drink. Twenty minutes later as I was in the kitchen cooking I could hear this strange huffing and grunting noise which would stop every few moments. He then appeared, completely brown where he is usually black and white - this is no literary license, the mud was thick, doing his retrieval dance and there in my dining room was said tree half in the doorway. Serious excavation.
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Otherwise, not too bad.