I am not generally a doggy person, my only puppy experience many years ago having been fraught and misguided. The wonderful Bourbon, despite his own difficult puppyhood, was impeccably behaved and won my heart. He allowed me to sleep undisturbed on the bed settee in his lounge whilst he quietly lay on his own bed from the moment his owner and trainer Lani said goodnight until she signalled that he could arise next morning.
Mind you, I would probably do exactly as Lani bid as she is a redoubtable no nonsense woman who will not be swayed, whether into eating vegetables (a lifetime horror), or allowing her lovely husband Maurice to succumb to the throat cancer from which he has just been given the all clear.
Maurice is a sculptor and wood-carver. He has also just recovered from a badly broken hand managing to avoid the usual pins and plates and regaining full control of his smashed fingers. Maurice cooked for us the post tender pork marinaded in coffee grounds (a cowboy recipe, making the most of left-overs), divine and sophisticated vegetable dishes and the most pure, light corn on the cob I have ever tasted, bought straight from the field.
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