Olaf And The Daisy Flea

When he was a much littler boy than he is now, we briefly considered changing Monkey’s name to Olaf; there was something Viking-like about the way he would blunder into rooms, knock things off tables and steal toilet rolls. In due course he became less clumsy and a little more cautious, and we realized that we had indeed got his name right. There might have been a hint of Viking in there, but he was overwhelmingly a Monkey.

It now seems that Monkey’s inner Olaf has risen to the surface once again; he’s discovered where I put my trousers at bedtime and has taken to leading bold raiding parties early in the morning to plunder pockets for hidden biccie treasure. As lead Viking on these raids he of course gets first dibs at the pillaging, but Daisy takes care of the raping part, humping him vigorously while his snout is stuck in my pockets.

They’re not just Vikings – they’re furry beserkers!

Daisy herself has gained an agility power-up as she can now leap over most of the wire-fenced Beagle no-go zones in our garden. She gained this new ability when a hedgehog visited one of the protected areas; her desperation to reach the hedgehog (and in so doing, wake the neighbors) gave her the extra adrenalin boost to make it over the fence. Once she’d done that, well those paltry wire walls lost all their powers of deterrence. At the moment I think she’s leaping them mainly because she can, but also because it winds up Monkey – who despite his superior height and strength has never attempted to do the same. It’s something I’m keen to stop; I’m worried she could hurt herself, but also as we head in to summer it’ll give her access to raspberries, potatoes and toxic sweet pea pods. It seems I’m forever doomed to spend time and money trying to keep pesky little girls out of places they shouldn’t be!

The Daisy Flea, this time jumping out of the raspberry enclosure!

Someone furry shouldn’t be in that raised bed either!

And they definitely shouldn’t be preparing to dig whilst in there!

More May pics:

There’s no shortage of bouncy, covered and mostly clean tennis balls in the pups’ toy box..

But once Daisy found this old, bald and smelly rubber ball lurking in a corner of the garden, she couldn’t stop playing with it!

Monkey likes toys, but wrestling & chases are his preferred way to play.

Sometimes it can take a little effort to get a chase started…

…but a cheeky bum-bite usually does the trick!

Job done, time to leg it!!!

And now we’re knackered!

I think someone’s trying to tell me that I should get on with building our new obelisks, and free up more important napping locations…

..because sometimes things get a bit cramped!