I think I must have been in a bad mood this morning. Nothing to do with Thor the Bernese Mountain Pig slobbering over me as I fed him breakfast, the prolific porcine foam bath caused by a combination of his not being able to get to A) Bridget on his right B) Pam on his left C)Apollo the pretty boy pony to his front and D) a bucket of natural grains in my hand, and all to do with Fanta having expired next to the rayburn. She had been doing really well but a respiratory infection claimed her.
Reba, Biffer and Rocky were trying to cheer me up by barking at a white van entering the smallholding, the driver a regular visitor is well used to the our big welcoming committee but hadn't really seen them close up. In response to "Christ almighty what are those bigguns" I told him "Collies" and agreed that they were a bit bigger than the Collie called that guards the entrance to our world. I dutifully signed for the package and thanked him, he left muttering about googling Welsh Giant Collies when he got home.
He was not the only one to enquire about the dogs today. Steve the BT man reappeared with a plan to remove the flimsy two piece wire connection to the world and replace it with a more substantial phone line and new pole. The whole meeting should have taken minutes, put the pole there mate, attach to house there, cheers, let me know when its done routine. Except Steve didn't want to talk wires and poles, Steve almost squealed when he saw Rocky standing watching the exciting conversation about the precise geographical location of large wooden poles "Oh you've got one of those too". Rocky true to form didn't mind human squealing and associated pointing and wandered over to give the man a big Bernese hug which was when Steve told us all about their 15 month old Berner. As there were 8 others to meet he was at HQ for some time. Sorry if you were expecting him.
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