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Dining on fine china — a portrait of Nine Newfoundlands on a platter done by one of Katie’s artist friends. Isn’t it lovely?
I vaguely remember when my babies were so little! Now Blue towers over me.
Blue and I were groomed on a rainy day last week. It was new for Blue: he trotted to the van with the nice lady but wasn’t sure he liked the process. I love being groomed, especially under my chin and on my chest. I tipped my head up high, hoping she would keep scratching my brisket. It was heaven, although I almost fell over backwards and off the grooming table. Blue and I smelled like the flowers in the garden.
The next day was sunny and bright, so we went to the beach first thing. Katie let us swim, despite our new haircuts and clean fur.
We are now back to emitting that wet dog smell. Bella
The weekends of guests and adventures have begun at Little Compton. People arrive, bringing wine, bathing suits, and food. Often, they bring dogs as well. Blue towers over most of his canine companions.
Blue is looking pretty serious in this photo. He’s been home a few days and seems happy chasing me around. He’s slower than usual, which is as slow as a tortoise, but it is good to have him back.
This evening, Blue and I both heard a screeching noise and went out to investigate. A man on a bicycle was giving a ride to this loud white bird. The bird seemed to enjoy his perch on the handlebar. The man said that the cockatoo could take on any dog. Katie said she was glad the two of us were inside the fence. I wanted my chance to investigate. Bella