It’s all gone a bit slushy this morning. Sadly.
The dogs are now on a wheat free diet after L discovered on the internet that a wheat allergy could be causing Doggo’s scratching. I’m not sure how we’re going to break it to MD that they’ll be no more toast and marmalade, actually he doesn't have marmalade on it, often. We'll gave to check out the health food shops and stock up with gluten free...
L’s beginning to panic about her 500 miles as we enter the final quarter... well not ‘beginning’ as she’s been panicking all along. Though, as I explain, she doesn’t want too much breathing space, it would take the edge off it but she's not a girl who appreciates edges. She prefers comfort zones. Well there is a comfort zone, just not a terribly big one. So there’s something for everyone.
Still, Sleaford is clearly unavoidable, at least for L. I’ve still not succumbed, yet. I enter us in Worcester, although it’s not actually in Worcester but I’m sure it’ll be nice.
In the evening we have some very chilly dog training. Perhaps it’s just for warmth that MD spends all evening running around manically and barking noisily. Perhaps.
(Monday 6th February)