The joys of concrete
Sunday, March 30th, 2008What a difference a day makes. From the rain and wind of yesterday to sunshine and warmth - you might almost think its spring.
As we’d missed the entries for the Borzoi club show it was a day spent catching up on jobs. Liz went to help Mike put in a concrete base for a new shed whilst I did some spring cleaning in the caravan (yes I know it should be the other way round). Most of the dogs spent the morning & early afternoon sunbathing.
Later on I took Luka and her children over to Mikes to have a play in his field. The concreting had been finished and fenced off so the dogs were able to run around in the 2 and a half acres having a lovely time. The only problem is there’s a stream at the bottom of the field. Rush went and waded up its length getting his legs coloured a nice shade of mud but Zorro had to go one better he laid in it, reappeared absolutely filthy all over his bottom half.
After a while we went inside for a coffee, leaving the dogs outside to have a drink and dry off in the sun. Once we’d been refreshed it was outside to give the dogs another run before going home but it turns out they hadn’t been relaxing in the sunshine - or a least one of them hadn’t. You can probably guess whats coming - but there was the pristine concrete with a nice big set of borzoi footprints going from one side to the other and then back again. Five borzoi stood around looking nonchalant whilst we tried to work out who looked concretish but they’d managed to get rid of any evidence. Some of the footprints could be smoothed out but those in the middle couldn’t be reached and will be left for posterity. Perhaps the dogs though of it as a borzoi equivalent to the handprints film stars leave in Hollywood.