Percy love

The Darsterdly Duo

Whilst this blog is called “Life with Alby” there are of course two boys in my life – as well as Trouble Monkey we have his trusty (somewhat wary) side-kick, Sir Percival. And boy has Percy dedicated a lot of time this week to getting in my face and making sure his presence is recognised.

Having started the month dog sitting for the neighbour, which meant having three extra dogs in the house for a few hours each day, followed by a week in Surrey, Percy seems to have got it into his head that I should be providing the cuddles and entertainment of four people.  He also seems to have decided that he is completely starving (no doubt due to the sad realisation that meal times no longer mean a floor littered in Alby leftovers) and so has been my shadow in the kitchen and my lap dog at all other times since Monday.

Did someone say "food"?

This morning as Alby and I sat on the floor playing, Percy decided he was going to get involved too.  With his bum in Alby’s face he stomped on every jigsaw piece, snuffled every book and knocked over the stacking cup tower quicker than I could make it – beating Alby at every turn. 

Thankfully, Alby’s helpful manner holds true when it comes to Percy love and he ensures Percy gets at least half a dozen hugs (Alby flopping on top of a sleeping Percy), pats (Alby bashing Percy’s face) and kisses (actual kisses) each day.  This afternoon as Percy snuffled around the kitchen in desperate search for more food, Alby threw himself over Percy’s back and stayed like that as Percy made his way across the kitchen floor. 

Like Alby, Percy has got quite accustomed to garden time in the afternoon and today saw the two of them hanging around the back door in eager anticipation of outside play.  Percy has taken to leaping recently – something which first occurred when Mark came home on R&R, with him not only leaping out the door but at his football and across the garden in chase of it.

The result of a walk well spent

Thankfully the rain from the start of the week has drained away so Percy Bullhound was able to play without fear of it ending in a bath.  If he is still traumatised by my Pantene hose down earlier this week he isn’t showing it right now – in fact he isn’t showing anything right now as he’s tucked his little squashy face into his paws and has fallen fast asleep. 

Hiding from me and my Pantene wash

Stubbornly hidey Bulldog

Back inside, but still hiding

New Charity shop Ted

Charity shop Ted one hour later