Mud, baths and life

Barney's legs don't all work together any more. Sometimes the back ones get in a tangle. Often the front ones trip over themselves. Most of the time I pretend I haven't noticed... its a question of his dignity and doggy pride. He doesn't know he's getting old. In his mind he is still chasing those rabbits at full belt, tail waving like a big flag... But today was different. Today he took himself off to the bog when I wasn't looking. And got in. And couldn't get out. So after a struggle to get him out and me not in, if you see what I mean, we tottered home. For a bath. Not a popular move with someone... but hey, there are fish skins for tea and life is not so bad...

Important recycling

Today I have been doing important recycling. At my local charity shop. I am aware its an addiction, I can't walk by without going in. And I know that lots of you have the same urge. Its next to the level crossing in Lincoln and when the barrier is down I could wait patiently for the train to come. But also I could do some recycling....all those lovely things which have been donated by kind people...So here is my gorgeous new (to me) skirt... its saving the earth too...

In love

He follows her everywhere, they are often found in our garden. Clearly he adores her. He invites her for long walks through the daffodils and occasionally they go swimming together. He wears his best jacket with a green hood and a very dashing pair of yellow socks, all to impress her. But she flirts , pretends she can't see him, walks off in a huff, looking for someone better....Maybe they will settle down in the end and have a family. After all, he is a fine handsome chap, a girl could do worse.....