Festive dog

This is a photo that my daughter has taken of her long-suffering 2 year old lab:o Happy Christmas.

 

Hi Fmay,
That's just beautiful. What a lovely dog and she looks quite content to sit there having pictures taken. I hope she gets some Christmas presents.

 

Love it!

My daughter has a black cat called Wilf.
He's getting on now as our eldest granddaughter is now eleven, but when aged three, used to dress him in her dolls' clothes, front legs into sleeves, complete with hat and push him around in her doll's pram. He's that soft he put up with it.

 

Ahhhhhhh

 

Try to do that with our cat and there will be fur flying..........

 

Digressing..

My daughter had another cat, a tortoishell called Lionel who sadly died about a year ago. He was a feral cat abandoned at birth and brought up with a family of labradors before they got him. Consequently, he loved water. On our visits I saw that if you ran a bath, he'd hear the water and run up the stairs, lever himself over the side of the bath and swish the water with his paws. If you had a hose pipe watering the garden, he'd run under it. The man who lived in the house behind her had a fish pool. Lionel wasn't interested in the fish he just liked to dip his paws in and play with the water. I was in the guest bedroom once and Lionel was sitting on the windowsill looking over the garden to the house behind. I then heard him growling, he never "meowed." He'd seen the owner in the garden, who must have chased him off a few times.
If it was raining he'd come in for his dinner, wet through, she'd dry him off with a towel, he'd eat his dinner and then go out again in the rain. He was very independent, spent a lot of time on the allotments near their house. But when they moved house, just a mile away, he got lost and disappeared for two months. They eventually found him, because someone had seen him the other side of Staines Bridge from where they lived, which he must have crossed.
He became very much a "home boy" after that.
Once her third child arrived, it sometimes got a bit too hectic for Lionel, (Wilf didn't mind) and he spent quite a lot of time with the people next door and their labrador, his "friend."
But he died the vet said of a heart attack.
My daughter was quite upset.
"Why did he have to choose to die on next door's doorstep?"

All say "Ahh!"

 

I love cats - they are soooo independant