Bullhound baby love



Double trouble



One of the greatest joys is seeing the growing relationship between Alby and Percy.  From Alby, Percy has learnt patience, tolerance and the joys of fallen food.  From Percy, Alby has learnt bashing, biffing and the joys of putting toys in your mouth.

  

 I never really thought about how Percy would take to Alby.  Unimpressed I think was the initial reaction.  Unimpressed and balding.  But as Alby has grown Percy and he are forming a proper friendship. 

Over the past week Percy hasn’t been able to play with a toy without Alby getting involved in some point, nor has he been able to have a drink without Alby testing the water first (a process which involves both checking its temperature, depth and, more recently, under the bowl in case of hidden nasties), nor can he go anywhere without Alby checking the sturdiness of his legs via a solid bash with the walker. 

 

Alby finds and offers Percy some toy action

When we go for walks and Alby is a bit grizzly the one cure is to turn his seat around, start running and he will flap his arms and legs in glee and giggle – not at me running (although that is quite a sight) but at Percy trotting beside me.  If you get Percy off the lead and galloping Alby almost has a fit of giggles.

The pinnacle of Percy’s love for Alby happened one morning when Percy finished his breakfast, walked into the living room and licked Alby’s legs. 



Have a treat Percy - it's on Alby



The pinnacle of Alby’s love for Percy came the other day when Alby managed to pull Percy’s treat box out of the cupboard and push it all the way to the dog’s bed.  (I knew nothing of what was going on until Percy came a snuffling).



Life doesn't get much better than this - just missing one husband to oversee it all.