Wilf the wilful.

Wilf got his name because it was quite clear within twelve hours of getting him home from the breeders that he was extremely wilful. ( Digby got his name because it was all too soon apparent that he was a born and bred digger up of flower beds ). This morning Wilf lived up to the wilful source of his name. We headed out for our morning walk through the sunflower fields, stopping off en route to watch the young foals at play. After twenty minutes we turned around and headed home. Overnight it had rained and the downpour had thrown up a hidden library of scents and smells. Wilf was determined to stop and savour every bush,tree ,flower and road sign. Nothing, but nothing would hurry him up. His mind was set on exploring this sensory cornucopia and he was completely, and I mean completely, lost in a world of canine delight. An hour and a half after setting out we made it back to the front door. Forget all you've ever learnt about dog training and words of command - there is nothing,but nothing on this planet as stubborn as a PON who develops selective deafness. The French word for stubborn is Tetu - guess if we get another PON that would be as good a name as any.

The gardeners have arrived bright and early this morning. The recent rain and heat has spurred on the most amazing growth and the walnut and almond trees are in need of an aggressive trimming back. It got into the 40's yesterday so the team are quite sensibly trying to get as much done before the heat becomes unbearable. Wilf has had his morning yoghurt and is now out with the gardeners , sniffing the tyres, christening the tractor wheels, and generally making himself indispensible.