Last week was relatively quiet. Not that we did not have anything to do or that there were signs of boredom. On the contrary, when you live with a pack of Drenths there is never a dull moment, especially if Floris is part of the pack.
There were two parties this week; other master Joost celebrated his half century birthday and Floris could not let this go by without surprising Joost with a gift. The other party was for Floris himself; He celebrated his month-day last Thursday; our clown is 8 month old now.
In the previous blog I wrote about the teenage adventures of Floris. I can easily write a complete blog about it. So I will do so. And whilst typing I have to laugh. Floris is our fifth Drenth we are raising in our pack. We experienced and laughed a lot because of growing Drenths.
But if we talk about silliness then Floris is the master of the game. It could be genetic as Floris Breeder Helena told us he was a clown in the litter as well. Suppose it is genetic, than it could somehow he inherits his silliness in his offspring. Then there will be Drentsche Patrijsclowns. But now my imagination is running wild so back to reality.
This reality is that we experience something nearly every day with Floris. I mention the time Floris walked with a wooden spoon in his mouth. This he “borrowed” from the kitchen. Snatched from the counter. Or the time that the television spontaneously switched channels. Floris had grabbed the remote control.. But it was really insane when he came over with a candle. Fortunately, it did not burn and we could convince him that it does not taste as good as a pancake. So the deal was quickly made.
But then the phone died. Nice and quiet. Thanks to Floris who had bitten through the loading cord. Getting angry does not make sense. Especially when you see that big grin on his face.
As a final oddity I want to tell the story of the boxer shorts. During one of our walks with the pack in the forest, Floris ducked into the bushes. That is not very special because running through the bushes is one of his favorite activities.
But we were well very surprised e when Floris came out of the bushes with a boxer in his mouth. Now it is known in that area “other activities” take place, so you can imagine that we were happy no one came running after Floris to retrieve the underwear!
As we always say joking: Floris is acting up again.