I had a better night’s sleep, but when I popped to the
loo at three o’clock I noticed something. “er indoors TM” had
plenty of space; I was very tightly hemmed in by the dogs. And having realised
that, was I being paranoid in that having had to fight for space when I came
back to bed, were the dogs encroaching closer and closer every time I moved?
I got up and made toast and sent out birthday wishes
via the Internet to “er indoors TM” and
the three other friends having a birthday today. I smiled at one comment I saw
– a friend had posted photos of her friend’s wedding and had apologised that
she’s had to leave early for a scouting event. I did that so much in the past. I’ve
mentioned before that scouting is a wonderful activity for kids, but as an
adult it will utterly take over your life and leave you with no time for
yourself at all.
I Munzed, got Wordle on the last attempt – “daunt”
(what a stupid word) and took a cuppa and some pressies up to the
birthday girl. I then struggled with a geo-puzzle. If you know the
answer to this one, please give me a hint. I‘ve been
struggling with it all week.
I turned on the radio but disaster… Steve wasn’t on
this morning. I don’t know who his replacement was, but it wasn’t the same. I
turned it off.
Being Saturday we had Dog Club which went rather well.
We had nearly twenty dogs along, and had a great time… well, the dogs did.
Today was seemingly “roll in fox poo” day with a surprising number of
dogs caked in fox dung sadly including Bailey. At one point my heart sank when
some chap turned up with a huge dog straining on the lead. But I was wrong; the
chap just wanted to socialise his dog. He kept the dog on the lead and walked
him round the paddock just to get used to seeing other dogs. For some dogs socialisation
is charging about and playing with other dogs, for others it is just tolerating
the presence of other dogs.
We came home, where Bailey had a bath and a serious
scrub. I went round the garden harvesting dog turds before starting getting
ready for the afternoon. I got out a couple of chairs and found more dog turds
so I gathered those up. I got out another couple of chairs and found even more
dog turds so I gathered those up… sometimes it’s like living with the
all-England Olympic crapping team. Eventually when I thought I’d got all the
dung together Bailey came out and laid a fresh one.
People started arriving, the beer was opened, and we
had a very good afternoon in the garden with family and friends.
It all got rather vague towards the end… as it does.
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