Well, another week when we have concentrated on lying on the sofa coughing. We did go out a few times but his heart just isn’t in it. I really don’t understand what he sees in all this coughing and groaning. He went to the Dogtor, he’s finished taking the pills, surely he must be better by now? What he needs is a good long walk in the our fresh, bracing, recently washed in the rain and hung out to dry in the wind, air. I’ve tried, believe me I’ve tried – but he just won’t listen. Oh well, I’ve done my best.
As a side effect of all this sloth, the best picture we have this week is this interloper in the garden. If I’d known he was there, I’d have laid him by the heels! I’ve been told to tell you, that although he is now found all over the world, originally he came from Turkey. Turkey normally comes with roast potatoes and Yorkshire puddings and gravy, round here. To which, I might add, I am particularly partial. But. Beware! There is erroneous information being circulated, I suspect by turkeys and their evil allies, that such delicacies are ‘Not Good For Dogs‘. I have yet to meet a dog (and I’ve met quite a few) who subscribes to this belief. On the contrary, I can assure you that a plateful of leftovers from any such meal is a welcome and healthy addition to every dog’s diet.
Just go easy on the sprouts, will you.