Barbeque

We held a barbecue last Saturday to celebrate Tommys 'second pick me' day, and my 40th(!).

He was excited from the minute we got up on the Saturday because of the change in routine (we got up in the morning!).  Whilst b/f was at Asda, I done some last minute cleaning and moving of stuff, which Tommy watched with great anticipation.  Then 'the help' arrived, closely followed by b/f, and enough food to feed an army, let alone the 40 odd people that were due to arrive.  Tommy done his normal yapping at the Steves' and Matt, but they are well prepared for him now and ignore him till he calms down.  Then they are all quite happy to give Tommy a scratch and a good boy.

B/f decided to blow up balloons.  I was not impressed.  Tommy constantly barking the garden was not what I had in mind!  Even someone from up the road shouted to 'shut that bloody dog up'.  Not good.

I put a sign on the door with basic instructions on how to behave around Tommy - it took up an A4 sheet!  And everyone ignored it anyway...

People started to turn up.  Tommy was being his normal barking self to start with, but as the people kept coming, he kind of gave up.  He made great friends with 'the Steves' who were doing the cooking, and gradually made his way round everyone in the garden to beg for food!

He only growled at two people all day.  One of them was a lady I work with.  He moans at her at work as well.  The other one was a man from the pub who has a beard.   B/f had picked Tommy up and he was close to the other man's face.  I'm not sure Tommy had seen a beard that close before.

All in all, it was a good day.  Tommy quietened down about the balloons, and no one got bit.  It was more than I could have ever had hoped for.