victory prompt, but I just have to diverge. I beg your forgiveness for the poor quality of my photos but I was laughing so much as I took them.
This sequence took place on Tuesday morning as I looked after my adorable one year old granddaughter. The lounge, hall and bedrooms were filled with toys for her to play with, but now that she can walk the kitchen is her favourite place. For the kitchen is where my little dog hides in her bed when grandchildren appear.
There truly can be nothing more amusing than watching a one year old negotiate with a dachsund. It was clear the poor dog had no chance of winning and eventually she had to give up her bed, which she did very reluctantly. Then it was blankets out as soft toys and granddaughter moved in.
If there is such a thing as a saintly dog, my little dachsund truly is one! She is so good natured and patient under severe provocation.