Intiminating Maremmas

Daddy at the bubba-que

Greeting loyal readers and fellow maremmas.  My brother is learning how to drive.  Why anyone would want to voluntary get into a car is beyond Me and Nellie but that’s humans for you.  Yesterday our brother went out for a driving lesson with daddy and mummy was out in the garden.  Well, Me and Nellie sat at the gate to the driveway and barked and barked and barked.  Mummy came to see what we were barking at but she couldn’t see anything, so she let us through and We raced down to the gate to the road and we woofed and woofed and then we woofed some more.  It wasn’t until mummy got down to this gate that she realised that we were barking at the neighbour’s dog called Arlo who was daring to be in the neighbour’s front paddock with neighbour Paul.  I went into full menacing maremma defending mode. You know the one fellow maremma.  The one where it looks like we are going to tear someone from limb to limb.   I had my paws up on the gate and Nellie put her head through the gate and We were barking so loud that mummy and the neighbour could not hold a conversation.  Mummy was telling us not to be so silly and to keep quite but Me and Nellie took no notice of her.  For some reason the neighbour just laughed at our threatening, intimidating behaviour.   Me and Nellie do not understand. After all are We not the most terrifying, alarming maremmas there are?

Do you like the photo of Daddy at his bubba-que.  Me and Nellie have still not seen  Bubba the cow.  He is still not back from his holiday at Farmer Rae’s orchard.  Maybe Me and Nellie could go down and visit him.  Love Jasper and Nellie.

Bubba eating a camelia bush

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One Response to Intiminating Maremmas

  1. Did Bubba the cow really go on a holiday? We are not convince 😉

    And how rude of your neighbour just to laugh at you for being menacing through the fence, I’m sure we’d be terrified 🙂

    Licks and lots of slobber,
    Lexi and Jasper the Danes

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