Flaming June? The humans got that one wrong didn't they? Inevitably we return from our dog walk via the allotments, where Dad collects a carrier bag full of pea pods, the first 2 courgettes and a couple of fat lettuce. We're half an eye on the weather though, as big showers have been blasting through all day, and another is building up just west of us.
We leave it to the last minute, then race for home. Well, Haggis and me do the racing. Meggie doesn't so much race as drag reluctantly 15 feet back on the end of the extending lead. She's the first one to complain mind, when the rain drops start falling on her head, but her answer is not to race for home, but to stand, sulk and look pleading, sure that Dad will magic a car, or preferably the back door out of nowhere, so she can simply step into the dry. Warm dog towels? That's the ticket
Have a good weekend. Mum and Dad are off to a posh "Garden" party tonight, but I suspect it may end up being a Marquee party or even a "retreat indoors" party
Deefs
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