It's a dogs life

Riding Miss Daisy

It's been a long time since we were pulling out hair out thinking we were going to have to rehome the baby dog when we realised we were ill prepared for housing a dog and a baby under the same roof. Since then we have worked hard to wear the dog down teach Grace respect for animals and that's largely going well, apart from today when the funniest thing EVER from Grace's perspective was riding Daisy round the living room.

You can read more about our arse about tit experience of introducing a new baby to the dog here

Grassy-ass

So I'm having my morning coffee (strong, didn't sleep well), watching Grace potter in the garden while the dog sniffs for cats. We've had breakfast, the three of us and we're heading off to a play date in the village soon. I'm tickled to see Grace picking handfuls of long grass (the mower is in for a service so I'm treated to a view of knee high savanna until it's back).

She toddles off in the direction of the dog... to feed her the grass. Miffed when Daisy ignores her, she throws it on the ground in a huff and goes off in search of a better tuft. Pulling it from the roots, she runs after Daisy, more insistant this time. Daisy rebuffs her offer again, presumably because only the dog can pick grass suitable for eating.

Very cute, the things they do.

Gracias, said Daisy.