Ronnie Gets a New Ball

Ok, what's so great about that?

Well, when you're Ronnie, it's a very big deal!

He loves balls and whenever he gets a new one he'll play with it like a lunatic for ages. In fact, it was over two hours ago that he got it and he's only just decided to take a break and have a midday snooze!

But that won't last long because the vacuum cleaner is coming out of it's hiding place and that spells a whole lot of noise, barks and fights with the business end of the thing.

I don't think it's just dogs who hate vacuum cleaners, either. I think it might just be a primordial instinct buried deep inside every male or every species on this planet to loathe the annoying drone of a vacuum cleaner's engine and the aggravating path depicted by its dust-hungry nozzle.
Most men I know will choose the moment that is about to break right here to stop whatever it is they're doing and decide it's the perfect moment to go for a long walk!

To the pub!

Bye....

PS: Ronnie has his lead in his mouth and is standing by the front door with both arms raised and a pleading look on his face - or is that the look of abject terror??? Ok boy, we'll both go to the pub...

He Sleeps As Well?

What a lazy boy! Ronnie gets some rest and relaxation on a newly turned out bed. On the most comfortable spot no less - on top of all the pillows!

I managed to snap him while he thought he'd gotten away with a craft 40 winks where no one would suspect he'd be. Normally he's not allowed on beds etc, but if he thinks no one is looking, he'll sneak on and get himself comfortable.

Well this time he got caught!

Once the flash went off, he woke up a little dazed and still unaware that he was in a "banned area" until his eyes focused on me glaring down at him. Then the realisation hit him and he practically flew vertically into the air and scarpered out the door!

Cheeky monkey!

Terry