Yesterday
I mentioned that Furry Face had got himself wedged into a bramble
bush. Last night whilst stroking him he yelped and jumped up for no
apparent reason. This morning we pulled a thorn out of his neck. I
say "thorn" - "dagger" would be a
more appropriate description of what was embedded in his skin.
Still,
he has only himself to blame. If he will chase pheasants...
"Daddies
Little Angel TM"
arrived with Sid and once both dogs were fed we took them on a quick
trip round the block. Through Stanhope to the environment centre and
home via Singleton and Viccie Park. It took us a couple of hours, and
the dogs seemed to like it. I braved Fudge off of the lead, and this
time (unlike yesterday) he was as good as gold. Mind you it
was still rather damp underfoot and once home both dogs got a shower.
As
the dogs slept off their exertions me and "Daddies
Little Angel TM"
went to Tesco for various requisites. She then set off on a mission,
and I sat down to write. I like writing, and the opportunity had
arisen to do some. I like writing; I've found the occasional
geocache. I've offered my services to The
Geocache Tourist blog, and they seemed happy with what I spent
the afternoon writing.
Let's
hope this is the beginning of a happy association.
"Daddies
Little Angel TM"
then came home and turned the shopping we'd bought earlier into stew
for tea. Very tasty! And with the arrival of the Rear Admiral,
Martin and the first fruit of my loin we set off to Queen Street. Ten
of us sat down for a game of cards. I haven't played poker for
absolutely ages. I really should play more often. Even if I am always
the first one to be knocked out...
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