Here I was, thinking Brian’s obsession with snails was gradually disappearing into the world of long forgotten puppy oddities. I was wrong. Sylvester the Slimy Racing Snail was doing rounds on the sofa this very morning.
Sylvester was unusually active for a snail. I hope he was running on the snail equivalent of testosterone rather than adrenaline. I hate to think the visit made him uncomfortable.
However, I can’t ignore the fact he was poked by Brian constantly and as soon as he reached the edge of the sofa he was gently picked up and moved to his starting position.
Training for the Olympics, surely?
Brian’s efforts to be an Olympics athlete’s trainer were cut short by his joy-killer of a mum (me) and Sylvester was delegated to his other important tasks to be done in the garden.
I do hope this is the last post about snails. For your sake and mine.