It’s hot! There is no other word for it. Even the dog prefers to be indoors rather than out! Hubby had fenced off an area in the backyard so that Zack could go out and enjoy some fresh Lakeland air. Unfortunately, Zack is far from impressed. He seems to prefer being indoors, close to all he holds dear, and where he can keep his beady eye on a pigeon that seems to have made its home on our window sill!
Pyreneans can be real couch potatoes. Ours have always shown a tendency to lie in places where they are nothing but in the way: cue entrances and exits; strategic positions that provide at a glance the staircase and other doorways; basically, imagine what should be empty through-ways now filled with a hairy beast that can trip one up if one forgets to watch one’s feet. These are the spots where our Pyreneans seem to enjoy lying in wait for the unwary.
Of course, just because Zack does not like high temperatures, he is nonetheless a gallivanter, and will go walkies as and when opportunities arise. BUT, he does not like the rain, or the snow, although he is more amenable to going out under those conditions than Monty and Maddi ever were. Can you imagine that? A Pyrenean with a tough double layer coat that is finicky about getting wet?
It rained on Friday when Zack was taken out for his bedtime walk. Nope! No good! He was only going to do No.1, but not No.2 – no, Siree, weather’s all wrong for that! 3:30 a.m. and the weather has turned for the better. Zack comes to my side of the bed and wakes me up with a nudge and snuffle: ‘Gotta go, Mum!’ So, I nudge Hubby and mumble at him, ‘Zack needs to go out!’ Poor Hubby then had to get up and take the dog out so that he could do that oh-so-important No. 2.
With the lighter mornings, Hubby and I have lost lots of sleep as Zack seems to wake with the rising of the summer sun! We are lucky if we get any sleep past 5:30 a.m. before our bright-eyed wonder decides that it is time to go walkies. But, if a dog’s gotta go, a dog’s gotta go.
I love reading before bedtime, but Zack’s shenanigans are changing my body clock so that I am now feeling sleepy before my usual time for retiring. As for Hubby, who does the walkies, I caught him snoring around 4 p.m. one day. Zack, needless to say, was quite happy to lie beside his master. But look closely at the photo to see a mischievous smile on this loveable bright-eyed bushy-tailed monster: he, of course, need not work but can rest and sleep the day away as he so wishes; ‘I’ve bested you, Mum and Dad,’ says that grin!
Blenheim Lodge . . . panoramic Lake views, peace and tranquillity, nestled against acres of beautiful fields and woodlands, in the heart of the English Lake District National Park.’