Bark, Bark

A few months ago we decided that we should have called Buddy "Bark Bark" as he is the noisiest dog we have ever owned. I have always prided myself on having quiet dogs but Buddy wanted to be different and to make his mark on our quiet, sedate existence.

He is a live wire, this is the dog who was going to be a calm, quiet little dog who was going to help us calm Poppy down. But no, he is a noisy, hectic, impatient, bossy little soul who loves us and life to bits. He is such a character we cannot imagine life without him. Poppy loves him and gives in to him over all things (except her pigs ear!). BUT I am gradually teaching him not to bark quite so much, I am pleased to say.

The bark on this tree sort of represents his character, chaotic, busy but very, very attractive.