Keano’s Big Stick
If you were at Bleakholt this morning you may have seen KEANO come back from his walk with me with a stick. Nothing unusual there – he does love a stick – but today he found his biggest yet. More of a branch, in fact. It was leaning against the fence over near the farm, and his little eyes lit up as soon as he saw it. He grabbed it triumphantly, and picked it up at one end, only to find that the weight of it just made him go round in circles.
Eventually, more by luck than judgement, he managed to grab it in the centre and actually lift it. Of course, when he got back to Bleakholt he discovered that it was too wide to go through the kennel doorway. He discovered this repeatedly by trying to go in; over and over bashing the sides of the doorway with his ‘tree’.
It took the combined efforts of Adie, Charlotte, me and another walker (sorry matey, I don’t know your name) to separate him from it. Best laugh I’ve had for weeks. Thanks, Keano.