The cutest thing – brotherly love

This evening when I was doing the washing up I realised that Alby was being particularly quiet.  Normally this is a sure sign that he is getting up to serious trouble and so I started looking for him – heading initially to the normal naughty places such as the downstairs toilet and behind the bar.  As it was my suspicions were totally unfounded as he wasn’t being naughty at all, rather he was sitting with Percy.  Percy was all curled up on his bed, paws tucked in and just relaxing.  Alby was perched on the edge of the bed, arm flung over Percy’s neck, watching In the Night Garden together.  They stayed that way for almost ten minutes – breaking apart just as I appeared with the camera!

Whilst on that occasion Alby was being cuteness personified, earlier today his love for Percy wasn’t quite so innocent.  As I was faffing with dinner I heard a crash and the sound of pebbles being scattered across the floor only it wasn’t pebbles, it was Percy’s dog biscuits.  Alby had managed to open the storage box, lift out the scoop and then drop it.  Well done Alby!

I’m hoping that I simply hadn’t closed the box properly as the other alternative is that Alby has worked out the clasp and I don’t think I can cope with him acquiring that skill yet.  

Somehow, despite the mess luck was on my side in that Percy remained resolutely under the dining table throughout the commotion.  Again I’m guessing, but I think that with dinner on its way he was under the impression that were he to move at all before Alby started eating he may end up missing out on highchair drops.  Foolish bulldog.  There is no way I’d have been able to keep both Alby’s grabby mitts and Percy’s bashing face out of the way had I needed to.