Sunday 23 December 2012

The spirit of giving

Every year, as I seek out "the perfect gift" for all the nice folks who have been good to me during the year, there is always one gift that holds the highest esteem on my list.
From as far back as I can remember, I have had the same vet for all my dogs. A kind, loving and caring vet who has been there for me through all the bad times, the sad times, and the great times.
His staff is a wonderful group of individuals who understand what animal love is all about.
So it was, that Brownie and I set off yesterday to deliver our gift to the best vet in the world, and his staff.
I must let it be known that my friendly vet has a sweet tooth, or should I say sweet teeth, so it is never hard to choose a gift for him.
The veterinary staff all love Mr. Brown Berts, and he was kinda happy to be there too, because he sensed that something was up.
It was time for his nails to be trimmed, since recently I always knew when he was around, because I would hear  his nails tip tip tipping on the floor as he walked.  His ears were checked along with other areas, and he was given a big Christmas hug as we left.

After returning home, I decided it was time for his Christmas bath, and he willingly obliged, standing still and allowing me to bathe him with warm soapy water.
When I was finished, I made sure the back garden gate was closed, so he could not run around and roll all over in the dirt. I gave him a good rub down with his towel, and set him loose in the sunshine.
What makes a dog so fussy with himself when he is all clean....he was beside himself with pleasure.  Running in the driveway...standing still so the wind could blow through his hair....rolling on the concrete walkway...rolling and rubbing...rolling and rubbing until he suddenly sprang up as if bitten by a bug, and off he tore up the driveway again.
So much fun to watch. 
Every day he gives me love and good cheer...his spirit keeps on giving and giving and giving.


Brownie Claus

8 comments:

  1. Merry christmas to you and brownie! He looks cute in his hat!

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    1. He wasn't very happy with the hat on his head, hence my hand in the photo trying to keep it on while I took the photo.
      But he does look cute in it.
      Merry Christmas to you and yours too!!

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  2. I am holding off bathing Bella and Onslow until after Christmas Day. We visit my brother who has wonderful red volcanic soil. I have learnt from experience that my two are guaranteed to come home grubby, and, horror of horrors, with a few fleas from their country cousins! Brownie looks just adorable. Hope you both have a great Christmas.

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    1. That's a smart move on your part. You wouldn't want to have to bathe those two cuties twice in one week.
      Hope you get those fleas under control as soon as you return from the country...they can be quite bothersome for the bow wows.
      Enjoy your Christmas holiday with your family.
      Merry Christmas to you and yours!

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  3. Merry Christmas Virginia. I hope you and Brownie have a wonderful day. Missy sends her love too. She's a bit stressed at the moment with all the visitors but I'm sure Santa will remember to bring her a treat. Dogs are just the best companions aren't they.

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    1. Merry Christmas to you and all your family Ros, and wishing you a Happy New Year too.
      Missy may be a bit stressed at present, but I'm sure on the inside she is enjoying all the extra attention. Santa will remember her this year...she was a good girl...and she worked hard overseering you two in her garden....a BIG bone is in order.
      I will get a big ham bone from the shop for Brownie....it will probably be bigger than him.

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  4. Odd. I thought I'd left a comment last time I visited. Age Related Attention Deficit Disorder is rife in me at the moment. Mr Brownie likes being washed? That's pretty rare in dogs that I know even the ones that will happily swim for ages in the sea.

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  5. Once I get him to stand by the hose, and after the first splash of water, he is okay. If on the other hand, he sees me with his towel and soap, he disappears, and no amount of coaxing can get him to have a bath.
    Gosh there's a name for my disorder.....ARADD...thanks GB!!

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