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While Denise and Trace were enjoying the sunshine at Buckingham Palace, things were a little bleaker here in Farnham.
Though given the early morning Freya antics, this was absolutely beautiful.
Freya is still quite small. She is certainly growing but like all creatures she has to go through small before she gets to large.
While her size isn’t generally a problem in most things, this morning it was in a big way…pun intended.
It was first thing and she’d gone outside with the other two for the usual ablute while I made tea and coffee.
I had settled down on the sofa for my obligatory first thing in the morning laze about when I realised I hadn’t seen Freya for a while. Emma was chewing a bit of stick on the rug and Day-z was chewing one of her various lumps but the little one was nowhere to be seen.
I figured she was down the back investigating something of great importance and left her to it.
It was about 15 minutes later that I had to go outside when I found her.
The old pallet side fence had fallen over in the huge winds we had had overnight and Emma had scrambled over and was barking in the general direction of Mr Sandals. I quickly called her back and replaced the barrier. As I turned back to go inside, I spotted the forlorn figure of Freya, straining and struggling at the top of the terrace steps.
It looked like she’d started to go to the toilet up the back and then very gradually, while still in that distinctive dog poo crouch, staggered her way to the terrace to share her distress with the rest of us. And she was struggling.
Her eyes were plaintive and begging but Emma and Day-z were keeping their distance while I told her she’d have to do it herself. Eventually she did and I could see why she’d had so much difficulty with its evacuation. It was almost the same size as her.
Naturally she’d retained a certain quantity of the evil stuff, matting her trouser area hair which required immediate hosing down which, still half asleep, I managed to do. I then successfully disposed of the giant turd, though, at first, it was difficult finding a plastic bag big enough. It really needed a shovel and wheelbarrow.
It was not what you’d call an ideal start to the day.
Things did improve. Mum and I went into Farnham to shop then walked back. After lunch Terry came and picked mum up to go to stay with Jackie for a few days and I took the dogs for a long awaited if somewhat bleak, walk.
Yay! It's all gone! I'm free!
And Freya managed to bounce back from her monster poo quite quickly.
