Everyone has a bone!

Peace at last. Little Bertie and Puca are quiet at last except for happy chewing noises. The cooked bones are going down nicely. I fostered Bertie and we took Puca in as a stray. In fact he was in the second hand clothes shop in Portumna shelterng from the cold so we had to bring him home. Hopefully the merry duo will be going on the ferry to Wales to a rescue where they will be adopted by loving families. They love playing loud wrestling games with lots of growlng and snarling. It gets a bit out of hand at times and it doesn't help they like to play on the back of the sofa!

It's dark in the evening now when I get home from work so it's walkies by torchlight. The dogs don't mind and as usual Maddie and Mollie looks for sticks and race down to the far boathouse car park to wait for the fetch game. I'm always amazed at how they find the stick in the dark. Puca just runs about after Mads barking and Bertie hangs on to the stick in Mollie's mouth. She lets him. She used to do that with her six puppies. She famously had a rope in her mouth with six collie pups dangling from it. I'll have to root out some old pictures of that. It's still hard to look at pictures of Mollie pre accident though. The fact that she is so happy now makes it a bit easier.