This particular photo was taken over at Mum & Dad's place a couple of weeks ago. Rusty is doing what he does best - sleep, and Ricky is actually sitting still for once. Trust me when I say it's a rare occurrence. I think he was watching a bird. He just loves little birdies, which may prove a challenge for training, but we'll see.
Ricky is growing and is as crazy as ever. He's 10 months old at the moment. What can I say? The boy is a freak and loves his greens. Whenever I open the fridge, he's there, waiting to see what he can get. The other day I'd cut up some celery and put it in a container, but it didn't all fit, so left one piece sitting on top of the container on the bottom shelf of the fridge, ready for juicing the next morning. It didn't make it to the juicer. Ricky decided it was his for the taking. And he's so damn quick, he had his head in there and it was gone before you could say liver treats.
Celery isn't his only penchant. He likes beans (green and broad), asparagus, cucumber, peas and even zuchini. Doesn't like fruit though. Amber used to love fruit and spit out any vegetables I tried to feed her. Ricky likes the vegetables. Rusty isn't a big fan of either, although of late he has decided he likes cooked green beans too. I've really can't belive how much Ricky likes vegetables though.
We've had a very hot summer, and it's not over yet. Unfortunately, the hot weather and Rusty's arthritis don't get along. He wasn't too good this week, so I popped him back on the Previcox again for a bit of relief. Rusty chooses not to jump on the sofa these days, although I know he can still do it when he wants to or feels like he can do it.
This morning I was sitting outside eating my breakfast and reading a magazine. The boys had already eaten the crusts from my toast (as they normally do). Anyway, I'm sitting there reading the magazine and I look up to have a drink of my coffee and there's Rusty on the table in front of me, helping himself to the crumbs I'd left on my plate! Here's me, worrying about him not being able to jump, and he's managed to get himself on the table. Admittedly it was cooler today, so he was probably feeling better than he's felt all week.
I've got an old sofa outside under the veranda and he'd jumped on there, climbed over the arm and onto the small table next to the sofa, which is right next to the table of the outdoor setting. OK, so they're in a row, but the small table is a bit wobbly. Ricky is generally Rusty's shadow and follows him everywhere, so I was expecting him to join him on the table. Thankfully, Ricky didn't see Rusty get up, so didn't think to follow. I am really glad for small mercies :-) The last thing I need is for Ricky to realise he can get on the table when I'm not there.
The pair of them keep me on my toes, that's for sure.
