A Dogs life

Three generations. The one in the middle, Holly, is my old faithfull 12 year old retriever; the one on the left, Coco, is my daughters chocolate labrador residing with us while she is in season. The young black lab, Coco’s daughter, is my new dog. She is very lucky to have made this photoshoot as she has the labrador habit of finding out about life by chewing anything she is not familiar with.

This includes my reading glasses…$500 thanks, two pairs of sandals, track shoes, several power and audio cables (and yes, the power was on) and a host of other curious pieces of kit.

I have previously posted about her father, Mossad;

My youngest daughter Liz, currently resident in London, has a boyfriend named Abraham who is currently in South Africa coaching Rugby. Last year Liz brought a black Labrador and they called him ‘Mossad’. (Well I had to give some explaination for the name!) Anyway, the summer storms hit in Brisbane the other day and I allowed my golden retriever and Mossad into my office so they could be near some life form that wasn’t terrified of thunder and lightning.

They both try and get on my lap and failing that, on my feet. I use my ‘you had better do as I say’ voice and told them ‘ ON YOUR MAT!. Peace reigns, the storm thunders and I go back to the keyboard. A sniff at my feet and I look down to see Mossad there. He had reasoned I only said ‘On your mat� and said nothing about not relocating the mat. He had picked up the mat, placed it on my feet and lay down on it.

Smart dog, rational thought. – I vowed I would have one of his progeny and Chloe is the result.

She is smart and the both of us are doing well at obedience classes, notwithstanding the summer break, but man, I’ll be glad when she’s past discovering life with her teeth.

I helped Coco, the chocolate lab, when she whelped and as a result she wont leave me alone. I’m in the habit of having a coffee in the pool whenever I’ve knocked off for the day, or night, as there are no mozzies below the waterline, but I cant stand at the edge and reach for my coffee without Coco trying to lick me, her paw out in handshake mode…..bitch won’t leave me alone.

Last night I retreat to the middle of the pool to drink my coffee in peace.

Who’s the pack leader again?