Good afternoon, Good evening Kitcheners. I'm late for both and all of a doo dah today. Not sure why, possibly too much excitement/anxiety about the beginning of the end of our jail sentence ! We were let out today. It poured with rain. I went nowhere. End of excitement. Plenty of time tomorrow for all of that.
So painful, Izabella, I have an ankle like that. Old injuries can come back to haunt us and usually do. Please keep it warm with a glove, like Anno recommended. Warmth does make a difference, I think.
Lots of clearing up going on cornergran you sound as if you are pretty much in control of your busy environment. Mr Mac, less so - making regular visits to his stash of elderly paperwork which is so hard to be resolute with! Silverlining. Oh no....not the precious photos. How can you even begin to choose what to throw away ? All those little bits of life, no wonder you spent so long looking at your past lives. Someone might just treasure those one day, as soop suggests.
Cherry you're definitely a brave girlie, whatever you say. I can imagine you are well used to all that random Tigger-bouncing, but we must hope that you're right and you won't sustain any really unpleasant injuries. It's not really acceptable to break any bits of you at any time!
Years ago, I did a stint as Secretary for the local Guide Dogs for the Blind. We raised money for the charity to be used to choose and train young dogs so that their new owners would benefit. A considerable sum for all of that. I should imagine that Epilepsy dogs would not come cheap!
You say that MacS has a "special area in which they (the dreaded corms) are stored..." Well, I certainly hope that it's not the loft, soop or that poor man will be up there indefinitely. So sorry about his poor hand. You're so right about a lovely terrace. There comes a time when it's just the most perfect thing to sit somewhere well-tended, filled with comfy chairs, pots and perfumed plants - none of which are demanding energy and attention. A place just to be! I know it's not the traditional and beautiful English (or Scottish) garden but they would never exist without far too much work. After years and years of tending such a beast, it's sometimes good to stop and become immersed in low maintenance.
Smileless How horrible for you and your little dog. It would seem that a lot of things came together all at once to create that nasty situation and I expect you were all shaken up by it. From what you say, your innocent little dogs were controlled, on leads, standing with Daddy and well behaved. Unfortunately, it seems you arrived at a time when the farm dog was totally hyper and fixated on working with the cattle, doing his job, guarding his space, and obviously in the mood to over-react. Was it a Colley? The Farmer owner was fully occupied moving his herd and your dogs were on leads. So the farm dog decided to try to control your dogs, as well as the cattle, by flying at them. Far from ideal and it was fortunate that your dog wasn't injured. Dogs on leads are normally fine, dogs off leads are hopefully fine, but with one on and one off, there is always potential for a punch-up. You weren't anywhere where they could have been off the lead and the other working dog decided to put them in their place. They were sitting targets. I would have been more than annoyed - it just ruins a walk doesn't it ? Hope that your dogs are none the worse for the adventure and you were able to go home, sit down and calm down.
Have a peaceful evening, everyone. Stay very safe. x