On Sunday we went with Alain, Jan, Owen Bowen and Mollycopter to Parc le Breos woods, just across the valley from where we live. There we discovered a waving ocean of bluebells. The humans couldn’t get enough of it, and countless pictures were taken.
The humans were so busy with their cameras and phones, they completely missed the fairies enjoying their Spring celebrations. Fairies are much too quick to be caught on camera, though Annabelle almost managed to capture these shape-shifting circle dancers before they turned into flowers.
I reckon the fairies deserve a party after all the hard work they’ve done behind the scenes to make sure Spring happens on time. They were a bit late last year, but this year they’ve got it just right. There’s new life everywhere – flowers blooming, eggs hatching, lambs bleating (yum yum!) – and a new puppy in our extended pack.
The puppy’s name is Max, he belongs to Annabelle’s nephew, and he is… wait for it… a LABRADOODLE!
Annabelle’s nephew is allergic to animal hair, so he needed a woolly dog rather than a hairy one.
Now, I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this, but I have something of a problem with Labradors. I can’t even explain it to myself, but whenever I see a Labrador, I have to have a go. (It’s the same with spaniels, but that’s another story.) I know it’s illogical, but we dogs are not logical creatures. Intelligent, maybe; logical, no. That quality is confined to humans and a mysterious outer space race called Vulcans.
Annabelle has warned me that if I ever indulge in ‘illogical’ behaviour with Max I will be in serious trouble. So far, we haven’t even been allowed to meet him. The official reason is something to do with vaccinations, but I think Annabelle’s afraid we might eat him.
As if! I’d no more eat a little woolly puppy than gobble up a newborn lamb!