Greeting loyal readers and fellow maremmas. Now every morning, when she gets up, she says the same thing: “Now We are all going to be good dogs today, aren’t We”. But for some reason or another, each day she is disappointed. We just can’t seem to manage to be good dogs, no matter how hard We try. We are always rushing off barking off at people and cyclists going past, hiding in the garden so mummy can’t find us, indulging in a little
digging gardening. Every evening Neighbour Paul is greeted by a symphony of barking when he comes home. Not to mention barking at the cows and sheep if they venture too close to the fence. For some reason, mummy is not pleased with Us. She says We are bad dogs. But how can that be? After all are We not the three bestest maremmas in all the land.
However, there is one word mummy only has to
yell say and we immediately stop what barking activities we are doing and come running. And what might that word be, you ask? Of course, it is “dinner”. We do like our morning and evening dinner.