The first hot as opposed to merely warm day of the year. Planting the new box hedge in the garden proved to be surprisingly thirsty work in the bright afternoon sunshine. Wilf and Digby carefully chose a spot in deep shade to watch while the soil was raked , holes were dug and young plants watered in. Within two minutes both of them were sound asleep completely exhausted by the responsibility of supervising the house and the garden.
Shrub planting over my attention turned to grooming the two boyz . Wilfs hair is strong and thick. Digbys is fine and silky. Digby disappeared as soon as he saw me appear with the Wahl clippers so I started on Wilf .
The first twenty seconds were met with stoic silence before resistance began. Wilf fidgeted, he turned around 360 degrees , he pawed, he looked plaintive, he played dead, he tried to leap from the table. All the time he kept up a variety of noises ranging from 'I'm being attacked' whines to low barely audible ' go on get on with it if you must' rumbles. Left flank, left front leg, and right haunch were completed bythe time Wilf decided that enough was enough and stopped cooperating completely. Any dog owner knows that point of diminishing returns. The pile of hair that had been trimmed off in this first brief encounter was simply enormous. We mutually agreed to take a days breather before moving onto the right flank, right front leg, and left haunch. If I manage half an hour a day with the clippers then both of them should be shorne and ready for the summer heat by next Sunday. Wilf doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he is smoothly aerodynamic on one side and shaggy and ruffled on the other.