It rained a bit this morning and we generally keep the dogs in during a downpour but when the sun comes out we let them stretch their legs and they invariably indulge in what has become known as a mad half hour.
This usually entails one or the other of the boxers hiding while the other hares around the garden like a mad thing until the other jumps out on her. Meanwhile, Kishka, our small white Heinz 57, stands in the middle of the lawn and barks her blinking head off.
Anyway, when they had let off steam they both climbed the steps onto the patio and made a bee line for the front door.
Bobbi stills has a ball in her mouth and Bella has her mouth on the ball.
If you can picture this?
As they got to the door I noticed a bee clinging to Bobbi’s chest.
Worried that she might get/have been stung I quickly flicked the bee off and called for assistance to check if the bee had managed to sting her. I couldn’t see anything but then I am not so good at close up stuff.
I went back out to the patio and the bee was still on the floor and looked done in, doing little pirouettes like an organic toy whose Duracell was about to run flat.
I managed to encourage the poor thing onto a leaf and then onto my hand in the hope that it would revive itself.
But she didn’t seem too happy.
Then I thought: Water?
Done this before so why not? Worth a shot, right? Went in the house and called for Ems who took a small bowl and dripped sugar- water onto my wrist so the bee could have a chance to drink if she wanted.
Here you can see Ems about to remove a tiny hair attached to the bee’s back leg – not one of mine, I hasten to add. It came pre- attached. Probably one of Bobbi’s.
”What if it stings you?” asks the Missus.
I shrug. It never crossed my mind to be honest.
Lo and behold, two minutes or so later she walked to the ball of my hand and buzzed off!