Meet Buddha

He is aptly named, for he is a very fat portly boy. He is spoiled a lot by his Dad and his brother, R and J. He used to be spoiled by his Mum K, but since her death he has become a sad dog. He clearly misses her.

So one of my tasks when I'm in K's garden is to spend my 10 minute break between sensible 60 minutes of work, sitting with Buddha, whispering sweet nothings into his ears and stroking his tummy. 

Bean stays in the car when I have Buddha-time, so that he knows he is temporarily number one dog. He is a sweetheart and I hate seeing him forlorn. We are friends and I hope he benefits from a little regular female affection. 

I think he would seriously benefit from fewer food treats and more exercise, but it's not the right time to suggest it. R and J smother him with love and he helps soothe their raw hearts.

Dogs are magical beings.