I sent Harry to the groomers today. It's a first for me. I've never kept long-haired dogs. It's simply not practical to have them at the farm.
By now, you would know that Harry has been abandoned outside our gate and is now under our care. The farm life is turning the once pure white pedigree into a tangled mop, so the fur has to go before he develops skin problems.
Harry is really happy at the farm. He's very much the alpha male like Rusty. Harry can be so bossy. In fact, he quickly filled the void left by Cookie's departure. He struts around the farm with his head held high, barking at the workers or Bodhi when he's annoyed.
Bodhi reminds me of the meek Cookie. He is eating well and has grown so much in the last few weeks, he's a handsome young chap now and towers over Harry.
Until now, he still keeps his distance and will only come close when we call out to him. In fact, he prefers to get drenched in the rain than seek shelter in the porch. Maybe he's just too used to living and sleeping in the open field. It's fine when he's young and healthy but surely he can't go on living like this.
Bodhi is such a gentle giant. If only he is more courageous, so Harry will not bully him.