Inky turned one today. She celebrated by biting my toes extra hard in bed this morning. What a darling.
The occasion went un-noticed by Bo Bo who spent the morning jumping on top of Mum as she lay in bed. Protecting herself with a doona proved futile. This is Bo Bo's regular morning activity and he loves it (so does Mum).
Bo Bo has become less reliable in the backyard when off lead (rabbits my dear friends, rabbits) so I have started whistle training to get him to come back for a treat. It took a single whistle blow and treat and had it figured out. Clever dog.
Inky was given the additional privilege of verandah time. That's until she squeezed herself through the railing slats and got her fat belly stuck. We were at some height so I had to lean right over and hold her front bits up whilst screaming for assistance from Mother, who finally heard me over the roar of her TV. She had vaseline to hand and we were about to attempt an extraction (earlier feeble attempts had resulting in some serious fangs) when Inky managed to squish her guts back through the fence. A relief for all.
