Here are Herbie and PP being taught the finer points of flopping into a puppy pile by Henry and Bob.
Here’s a photo to show the size of them compared with Bentley, who, worryingly, still appears to be growing. What a good job he was living off gravel and snails when we found him, as if he had been fed on proper puppy food, he is likely to be the size of a house now!
Yes, we all have our eyes shut in this one (and, as Ian pointed out, the same daft expression).
Poor Herbie, if being blind, deaf, toothless with wobbly legs isn’t enough for him to worry about, here is is having to contend with Ian’s foot. This is to show his size.
Another one of the dogs relaxing. I was going to send this to the people who rescued Herbie, however they may worry that something terrible has happened to him!
Herbie and Schnookems.
Wilbur and Herbie saying “but I’m the only blind dog in the house…”