Before I go to bed I just need to record how much I’m missing the dogs. We took them to the kennel this afternoon because Sue doesn’t take dogs over Christmas. Day-z wasn’t impressed (not that she was ever impressed before when she went to the kennel), Emma was very nervous (her face will haunt me all the time we’re away) only Freya was her usual mental self. I feel very guilty.
Apart from that little blip, most of the day was a buzz of preparation. Into town to collect foreign currency, last meals and a new overcoat. (I’m very pleased with the overcoat which took a bit of hunting for but was well worth the safari.)
Just in passing…a new shop is about to open in Farnham devoted to dogs (definitely not cats).
Just for dogs
After a lovely salad lunch, we took the girls for a final tramp around Frensham pond so that Emma could get as muddy as possible. It was rather nice going on a Friday because there were no weekenders, only local people walking dogs
It also meant there was lots of room in the car park. Well, if you ignore the great steaming mounds of manure…Which we did because we parked elsewhere.
Then, after a thoroughly sand ridden walk, we drove over to Frensham Kennels for the inevitably sad goodbye.
What was deliberately not sad was our Dad’s Dinner. Today marks the first anniversary of dad’s death so we remembered him by having fish and chips for tea. We chatted and laughed about family stuff until we were well stuffed ourselves. This could easily become one of our traditional meals.
Actually I’d planned to cook fish and chips but Mirinda wanted the real thing so we went up to the station chippie instead.
