Puppy Power

L complains about the pace of the morning walk which seems to be getting more manic each day due to the rapidly increasing puppy power. Doggo, bless him, was the anchor that slowed everything down. 

Tiring the little tyke out is proving no mean feat, he’s on his expandable lead on the park but keeps strangling himself when he reaches the end of his tether while chasing balls. L thinks one day he’ll snap the lead but that expandable lead has already seen off two other puppies but I suspect she doesn’t trust it.

In the evening he’s at the vets again for another check up and worming. A worming which is now redundant after the manifestation we saw in his faeces this weekend, after which we were dosing him up on MD’s worming tablets pronto.

My masseur is apparently most anxious to know how I went on in Sheffield, I do hope L has softened the blow for him. He will see himself as personally responsible for my latest injury.

(Monday 9^th April)

A Bit Girlie

Cumbria continues to flood, the Langdale 10k was cancelled and people are being rescued from their bedroom windows in Kendal. I keep checking the photos on the various news sites to see if our cottage is underwater. Luckily we have Morrisons across the road who I think would be straight on the case if anything happened. Fingers crossed. Not sure we could have managed to pitch the tent had we gone up for the 10k.

The Notts Bike Ride have had a rebrand. They seem to have accepted the fact that anything under 30 miles is by definition a bit girlie by renaming the 25 miler as the Maid Marian.

Christmas of course means loads of curries and L kicks the ball off tonight with her running pals at the Rajni in Borrowash. 

I decline an offer to join them, which is a good job actually as dogging is surprisingly on. The little Tyke needs it and he may well get three sessions this week.

(Monday 7^th December)