How do you occupy a slightly thick but lovable dog for an entire afternoon?
Well, you introduce him to the home of a slightly disabled female rabbit called Mary
And you leave him to it
William stood like this for over two hours
And still had a goo-goo smile on his face when I eventually took him inside
Well, you introduce him to the home of a slightly disabled female rabbit called Mary
And you leave him to it
William stood like this for over two hours
And still had a goo-goo smile on his face when I eventually took him inside
There are some compensations for being thick
You can be so easily pleased
Looks like William might be in love with Mary?
ReplyDeleteExactly what I was going to say.
DeleteGod I needed to read a light post. have just scared myself watching that BlackOut programme that has just been on.
ReplyDeleteWas Mary pleased to have a visitor? Or do you think William was waiting to catch and eat her?
ReplyDeleteIs it the angle of the camera or is it perhaps sweet William should also attend the diet meetings with you? xoxox
ReplyDeleteawwwwwwwwww, I love William and Mary.
ReplyDeleteI often find my older Scotty Dr. Watson sitting in the yard and looking through the fence at Cotton Tail Rabbit.
They are about ten feet apart and they just sit there looking at each other all very zen like. Usually the rabbit gets up and hops away and Watson gets up after a few minutes and walks away too.
Or the crazy thehamish will start barking and running around like the goofball he is and everyone leaves.
cheers, parsnip
Sadly, I'm thick, but not THAT thick. But I can dream...
ReplyDeleteAh bless him.
ReplyDeleteJane x
William and Mary....
ReplyDeleteWe have a college in the U.S. called William and Mary. I once worked with someone who went to school there. She was a royal bitch. We used to take The Hurricane's dog to PetSmart so she could watch the gerbils. It made her incredibly happy. The dog, not The Hurricane.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
on the other hand, teddy would have torn the hutch apart and mary would be a distant memory.
ReplyDeleteMaybe he was just making dinner plans.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. And a wonderful explanation for why the little things in life make me happy. Thank you - I think.
ReplyDeleteHaha. Definitely!
ReplyDeleteHave a great evening, John!
What's the saucepan for ???
ReplyDeletelol, its a food scoop for the hens Jess
DeleteLooks like your William is on the same IQ level as Prince William who can easily spend two hours standing over wee George's cot.
ReplyDeleteLooks like your William is on the same IQ level as Prince William who can easily spend two hours standing over wee George's cot.
ReplyDeleteI don't think William the prince has infanticide on his mind though.....Mary looks like doggy William would like her in that saucepan.
DeleteOh my God, the sauce-pan cracked me up. He does want her for dinner. Ahhhhhhhh!
ReplyDeleteMaybe William isn't as thick as he appears.....just waiting for the right moment.
ReplyDeleteEnchanté
ReplyDeleteI hope you apologized to William for your rude remark.
How sweet or was he imaging rabbit stew?
ReplyDeleteLook at that tail! He seems utterly fascinated.
ReplyDeleteI love dogs, they just have they have simple minds. So precious!!! Really dad I was thinking I saw a bunny rabbit on a skewer :-)
ReplyDeletePoor Mary, I'm surprised the stress didn't do her in.
ReplyDeletesee below....
Deletethats how thick William is
he wasnt even LOOKING at the rabbit
DeleteBut sure he could smell her, with his sensitive doggy nose?
Delete*surely*
DeleteNot sure that Mary would have been too happy about having a main predator standing over her all day!
ReplyDeleteshe was asleep in her sleeping quarters
DeleteAh, so William was waiting for Mary to appear !
ReplyDeleteBrilliant...blog and comments! Just found you via " Cro".
ReplyDeleteMaybe they were communicating telepathically and plotting how Mary can break free!
ReplyDeleteHaha..... he's a boy dog .... easily entertained :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm with William on this.. happy in our thickness. We smile our way through the day, happy with life's little pleasures, even if by the end, we've forgotten what we were so jolly pleased with. Beats brains and so called intelligence any ole day: you just look around the world and see what a bugger's muddle, so called clever dicks have got us into.
ReplyDeleteLLX
Could not have put it better myself!
DeleteHear, hear. My sentiments eggzackly.
DeletePeople of apparently limited intelligence can be very loyal and loving.
ReplyDeleteIt can get on your nerves after a while though......
Lol
DeleteWilliam is probably one of the nicest tempered dogs I have ever owned
He is gentle, polite, sweet natured and dim
He is. a delight
Thank you, John. I deduce from your statement that, since I am easily pleased, I qualify as 'thick'. Did I mention 'the feel good factor' of your blog in my reply to your last post?
ReplyDeleteGreetings from two planks,
U
my grandmother (god bless her) would say that people with simple pleasures lead simple lives and don't want for anything and are therefor happier than those of us who struggle for excitement and complexity...
ReplyDeleteand I took from this that's it's OK to be stoopid...
ReplyDeleteIsn't William the one who stood in the bathtub for over an hour, waiting for you to come and dry him off?
ReplyDeleteI love thick.
Els
He was els
DeleteBless him
PS Maybe he wants to be Lord in Waiting for Queen Mary. He's certainly got the knack!
ReplyDeleteEls
Oh Sweet William. x
ReplyDeleteSweet
ReplyDeleteMy kind of dog LOL
ReplyDeleteI would never dare call Emma the Beautiful Calico Queen "thick" - she might bite me. But she has been known to sit staring at me for an hour or so, hoping I would get her telepathic message that she wants treats....
ReplyDeleteNancy in Iowa
Whenever my Jethro (male Havanese, white, not quite nine years old when he left us) would see a bunny rabbit or a kitty cat cross the yard, he would just stare for a few minutes -- who are you? why are you here? where are you going? -- then turn and go on about his business.
ReplyDeleteThat photo is priceless.
Whenever my Jethro (male Havanese, white, not quite nine years old when he left us) would see a bunny rabbit or a kitty cat cross the yard, he would just stare for a few minutes -- who are you? why are you here? where are you going? -- then turn and go on about his business.
ReplyDeleteThat photo is priceless.
Simple pleasures, simple mind. Apparently that's an old saying, which seems to ring true.
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