Showing posts with label impatience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label impatience. Show all posts

Wednesday, 1 September 2021

Life in the old dog yet


Come on Gail, let's not dilly dally!  I want to get to the top of the hill to see the heather.

Pretty, isn't it?

OK, that's enough photos, now I'm off to see what's further down the path...

Isn't life exciting! 

PS from Gail: After a bad patch earlier in August, for the moment Bertie seems to be doing a bit better. Plus, I am getting smarter about managing his 'peeing issues', which helps a lot!

Wednesday, 12 December 2018

Bertie shows his lack of patience...


THE FESTIVE PHOTOSHOOT

When northern air is crisp and bright,
And woodland scents excite one's nose,
A bouncing chap thinks it not right
To have to sit and calmly pose.

That perfect Christmas photograph
Can wait another day (or year).
Just watch me gallop down the path,
Then pause to sniff - is this a deer?

My mission's to investigate
Each blade of grass, each fallen leaf.
I absolutely cannot wait,
Our winter daylight's all too brief.

So please accept apologies,
We have no festive pics to show.
This turbo-powered WFT
Has things to do, places to go.

PS from Gail: tomorrow Bertie and I are heading our separate ways on our Christmas vacations, and so this blog too will be "out of office" for a couple of weeks. We wish all our friends a joyful Festive Season. Thank you so much for reading, and we'll be back again just before New Year.

Wednesday, 14 October 2015

One law for them…..


Fellow pups, does this happen to you too?

Your human comes home from work and takes you out for your evening walk. On the way to the park, she runs into a neighbour. They stop for a blether. It goes on and on. You growl impatiently but are told to wait. Still they talk. As if there was all the time in the world. Your tugs on the lead are ignored.

After what seems like forever, the conversation comes to an end and you walk a few steps further, only for your human to encounter a second friend. And once again. Natter, natter, natter. Yak, yak, yak.

When there are trees to be sniffed, gate posts to christen, squirrels to chase, your own friends to greet, fox poo to roll in...

Finally, just as the daylight is fading, you reach the park and are let off your lead. You race over to your favourite bushes. Freedom at last.

You've been away, like, a nanosecond, before your human is calling you.

"Come on Bertie, hurry up, no dawdling please, we haven't got all day you know"….
The cheek of it.