A week or so ago, we introduced William and Grayson to their new neighbours - two 12 week old black labs, Hector and Doogle – don't ask me which one is which, they're pretty much identical. These are going to be working black labs, their owners, Wendy and Matt are FAR more clued up and in charge than we ever were when ours arrived, and they are so well behaved, I hoped a little of their charm would rub off on ours. Within seconds of arriving at their house, mine had found their pond – complete with Koi Carp...eeek and shortly after that, were heard running around the bedrooms like a herd of baby elephants, closely followed by me apologising profusely to Wendy as I disappeared, uninvited, up her stairs two at a time, in the hope of appearing calm and pack-leader-like as I ordered my two back down stairs with my sternest of faces.
Back downstairs, coffee made and things calming down nicely, one of the lab puppies sat neatly in front of my feet and stared up at me with huge black eyes – what else to do but take his tiny face in my hands and kiss him on the nose – at which point, he decided my nose was literally up for grabs and leapt up with impressive speed to grab his new toy!
You know when everyone around you giggles as you sit there with your hand to your nose, eyes watering furiously, then when you take your hand away from your face, their faces change into 'Oh god...you're bleeding', 'I'm SO sorry' (dog chastising going on), previous calm household turned into a flurry of activity, canine and human as three adults rush for loo roll...lots of loo roll. I spent the rest of the evening assuring all concerned that I was fine (which I was...apart from needing a bit of a make-up job and more loo roll!), after 40 more minutes of bleeding, Wendy insisted Matt (who works in A&E) take a closer look but in fact, it was just a case of stemming the flow!
They both felt awful and to divert attention from my bleeding nose, The Husband regaled how just that very afternoon, he'd had to extract a very painful splinter from my behind with my tweezers in the middle of the kitchen whilst he was cooking dinner (thanks for that Husband!)...clearly it wasn't my day. By the time we left, the bleeding had stopped and I'd re-assured them that I'd be back to continue the bonding process between our 4 furry children.
Last night, we did just that and held a Puppy Party. My fabulous friend of 25 years Em, popped over with Bolly (short for Bollinger), he's a beautiful, 4 year old HUGE, chocolate brown lab and Wendy and Matt brought the pups Hector and Doogle, plus ours...slightly more obedient this time in their own surroundings.
A fantastic evening of running around, rolling around the floor, chasing each other round the sofa's and generally having a ball, all the canines eventually flopped at their owners feet – no mishaps, no breakages and more importantly no blood loss...phew!
Now that's the way to spend an evening!
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