I have just a few precious moments before flinging myself into Saturday.
I have been going on about the dog a bit lately. You have had several posts charting his love affair with the Lamb Bone, the terrier’s grail.
It was safely buried in the soft black peat of a forest garden, sleeping, pregnant with possibility, the last time you heard of it. The dog’s strategy of burying it in sixteen places before settling on a seventeenth has foxed the local fox, who has found the bone very difficult to steal.
As for the dog, he is dapper, and preppy, and we are fifty quid poorer. We took him to the groomers on Thursday afternoon. We walked through the door and the dog became a pointer: to the exit. He just wanted to walk out again. No number of doggie snacks can atone for shampooing, the removal of layers of olfactory patina, the doggie cologne which makes Mac irresistible to his peers. He walked out half the dog he was, leaving a large pile of fur, debris and tiny visitors behind him.
Still, he is extremely tidy. We all find ourselves double taking as he clatters past. Cue the Girl From Ipanema music. Who is that dog? Oh, yes, it’s Macaulay.
Until last night.
I walked into the sitting room to see Macaulay out in the garden. His bottom was poking out of the bluebells and forget-me-nots. It had an intentness about it, and I knew the other end of Macaulay was looking for his bone.
When he emerged, his trademark moustache was a dramatically different colour: peat-black. He looked like a swarthy coal miner who has just finished his shift.
That was the end of Macaulay’s possible canine modelling career, then.
However: he had found his bone. And the next hour was spent in happy mastication.
Kate Shrewsday 
I love Mac and his adventures.
A very contented canine.
I am thoroughly delighted by your dog. And he does look dapper, even with the manky lamb bone 😉
A reward for being shampooed and shorn
Loved it!
I swear I heard him say that masticating on his bone is better than sex! What a dog!
Master Mac never fails to get what he wants.
Once a bone-digger, always a bone-digger, groomed or otherwise…
One may see, indeed, that this
Occasions utter doggy bliss,
His grooming, though, thanks to that bone,
You might as well have left alone.
Macaulay looks like one happy camper!
Loving Macaulay and his mom’s writing more and more.
Great to see Macaulay reunited with his bone. Somehow, I suspected that 12-step humongous bone addiction program would never work. 😉
Doesn’t he look GORGEOUS with that haircut?! 😀
Mac looks so happy gnawing that bone, Kate, it almost makes me want to try one!
Our dogs have always tried to wash themselves as soon as they’ve had a bath!?! It’s like they’re thinking they MUST clean that shampoo off! At least Macaulay found his bone again. 😀
Dogs will be dogs. 🙂
Happy mastication! Not a bad state of living to be in, though rough on the doggie spa treatment, for sure. Glad to see Mac contentedly gnawing on life, Kate.
You can never write enough Macauley stories.
That’s one happy, handsome dog! Zena is off to be groomed this week, too, and with her all white coat, it just doesn’t hold that “been to the beauty shop” look very long. I’m afraid I pay a fortune in my own beautification process and my resuls don’t last too long either. 🙂 I’m with Mac…I like to dig in the dirt!
One of our dogs likes to roll in freshly found poo now and then. She receives a bath and then has to wear “The Shirt of Shame,” an old t-shirt, because she hates wearing anything except her collar.
Oh, the tragedy of dogs who cannot be as stinky as they want.
Reggie has had similar experiences at the groomer. Not only do they make him smell “terrible” but they also tie an embarrassing bandanna around his neck. Humiliating experience, if you ask him.
ha ha, what is it with dogs and not wanting to stay clean? Molly thinks the vegetable patch is her bed and she is black! We saw a fox at one of the tube stations in London – makes you realize the wild is always so much closer than you think 🙂