Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: September 05, 2010

we are the champions, my hounds

thought the day was going well
after the acquisition of a trolley full of 'sell-by-today-great-for-the-freezer' half price steaks, lamb chops and whole organic chickens on the early sunday morning tescos run.

returning to the farm and reversing up to unload our bounty, i mentioned to z that it was not helpful that he'd left his bike in the middle of the drive.
as i was reversing slowly around the bike and over a bit of garden mrs.perou was screaming, 'STOP!!!'

'yes, yes...' i thought, '...i know the bike's there and i'm missing it'
then mrs.perou lost it: she was screaming hysterically and was trying to smash the window of my car.

ludwig had run under the back wheel of my 2.5 ton (?) truck.
and i had reversed over him.

went at speed to the nearest emergency vet 4 miles away with ludwig, mrs.perou and z.
and/but...
there was not a scratch on the dog.
no internal bleeding, ruptured spleens, punctured lungs or broken legs.
he is not dead.
he is not jam.

further proof that he is a ridiculously blessed dog and from hence forth should be known as 'lucky jim'.

as i drove over the dog completely and as he is absolutely fine, there are only two possible explanations.
1. he is a superdog, relative of superman (which maximum now believes)
or
2. half the back wheel was raised over a drain cover and the gravel gave way under the dog who is made of rubber and...?

i've no idea.

and once again i'm exhausted from the dog induced adrenaline moment.

we had planned to go to the local dog show for fun.
thought i was going to have to cancel, phoning max keogh to say, 'sorry we can't come. i reversed the perou-mobile over ludwig and he's very dead'
but as he was fine we all went.

and even more incredibly, he won 1st place in the 'most ugly handsome dog' category.

stratford won 5th place in the 'best veteran' (over 7yrs old) category.

and ludwig won joint 1st again in the 'most unlikely couple' category which he (was) entered in with 'digby' the keogh's dalmatian cross.

had lunch at 'the gate'
where z and lawrence were getting grief off an older kid who wouldn't let them play on the tree (which like the pub, belongs to lawrence's grandad)

i was encouraged to go and sort out the nasty older kid but i knew z could handle himself.
apparently z was getting upset when the boy wouldn't believe he had a broken fax machine at home.

z was looking pretty cross and was overheard saying, 'i live on a farm. we've got a swimming pool...AND it's got a deep end'.

picked up the maximum from cub camp where he's had a fine time.
despite having 3 pairs of pants and socks with him, he wore the same pair all weekend.

lucy, lawrence and tilly came over for burnt cookies by the pool.

and our 'peaceful' weekend has been shattered by the return of my firstborn: we're back to the house of scrapping sons.

'so chic' is out catch a glimpse HERE