So apparently kittens in the shed is an annual thing.
In which the puppy and I have ice cream.
Between two sleeping beauties the beast snuggled in. Once the beast snuffed in the bigger ones ear, and she blamed the little beauty not the beast.
Last morning with the boy.
Lady decided to smear avocado 🥑 on the dog.
Someone was taken for a walk, but she ran away.
On the good side
she ran to my friends house, straight back and not lost.
On the bad side:
She ran across a main road
She ran away.
She made the eldest small cry and shake and was properly upset.
She should feel properly guilty, but she came back to me.
There are days when before you have even left your bed you’ve been told by the weather dog that it’s a wet grim day.
A day for sitting, taking Nana exploring.
And an evening with the puppy not so much sitting as lolling with her head pointing to the floor.