Italian westies

Ahhhh - gotta love Hugo-the-Dane's humans. They went all the way to Italy (Venice in fact), and were still thinking of us. They have sent home the following two lovely pics of Italian Westies and the message

"Hi to you all, Here are the photos we took in Venice that we told you both about. Hope you like them."

Of course we do - and looking at the harsh shadows, the bright sunshine they were photo'd in makes us all wonder about your stories of rain, rain and more rain.

Meanwhile, Dad is all excited at the moment because the old faithful green Picasso that I've known since I was a pup being collected by Mum and Dad from my birth place, is getting chopped in and a shiny new car will be on the drive from Wednesday.

But now it's Friday night and the humans are topping up on the red wine and sifting through the DVD's to see what's worth watching.

Tomorrow Dad leads a six mile walk through Challock Forest. Haggis and I are allowed to come. The feeling is that the aging Meggie is no longer up for a 6 miler. She's good for about an hour and a bit (2-3 miles) but after that she starts to slow up and might start to be a bit of a liability to the walkers. Dad (and we) can do the 6 miles in 2 hours on our own - 2 and a half to 3 with the walkers, some of whom are quite ancient themselves.

This is quite traumatic and sad for Dad, who's taken Meggie with him every walk for about 11 years, always by his side even before Haggis was even invented. She is his first ever dog (not the first dog he's had dealings with, but they'd always been someone else's dog) so this is like being forced to admit that she's mortal, and aging. This is the first time he's ever had to say "You be a good girl" as he leaves with us 2. Mum will look after Meggie and maybe take her for a quiet gentle one round the Rec'.

We'll look after him, Meggie

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