I think it’s time for a Roger update, given the fact he’s now been with me six months now.
He is 18 months old and not a puppy anymore.
I snort….yeah right!
There is no hiding the fact that Roger remains dim. Even with the girls providing the ideal role model, he still has not mastered the art of jumping into Bluebell for his morning walk and stands clumsily on the sill waiting to be helped.
Getting out of the car is easier, as all you have to do is pull his lead and hope for the best, but even then, that is a bit of lottery of how he in fact lands. He’s no cat after all.
The cottage stairs he has mastered, and to be fair he makes a rather good job of them once he gets his legs going.
It’s a bit of a “hurl himself hopefully at them” sort of thing but it works…..eventually.
Like William before him , he is a gentle dog. I’ve not seen him chase bees but he’s a big leaf kicker and skips in this autumn like a little boy does in short wellingtons.
Uncoordinated but delightfully gauche.
Since everyone’s hormones have settled, his resting relationship with Dorothy is somewhat non plussed .
He and Mary will play together and Albert is gently tortured until his temper snaps and claws are shown, but for a lot of the time Roger is on guard.
He patrols the house and the garden with rigorous efficiency being careful to bark his gentle bark at anything new.
He is friendly with other dogs but is too quick to say hello and has yet to learn manners with a more dominant male. He smiles with his eyes and trusts everyone he meets and in the evenings will curl up on the back of the sofa next to Albert and place his head on my shoulder
In short, he is a delightful dog
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