Struan Farm's resident dog Clifford turns 16 this year, which is getting on in dog terms. We've given up on tying him up, and he's decided not to sleep in his house anymore, moving to our front doorstep. As it has started to turn cooler I've put his wool "blankie" down, but he's been moving onto the garden beside the house to curl up in the wood mulch, spraying that all over the concrete drive. He may be comfortable but it's not the best, caverns are forming in the garden.
So I decided it was time for Clifford to get a proper dog bed.
At first he wasn't so sure, but now he's loving it and isn't moving off!
Can I just say that all of us should have someone who looks after us well and loves us still when we're 112 years old? (That's translating dog years into people years...)
Hooray for Clifford (and for you for providing the bed!)
Hoping to get back to NZ soon. Retiring next month!!!!
Posted by: Tracy Hawkins | 04/13/2019 at 12:52 PM
awww. my late cat George was 100 cat years, when he was put to sleep. tried to get a card from the Queen for him, but she only does humans.
Posted by: Katherine Scott | 04/13/2019 at 03:17 PM