Misha and Jack

It's hot hot hot. Again. Yesterday, we hear, London made 33 degrees C. We get walked later in the evening. We meet, on the Rec, Misha and Jack, the westies of "The Window Cleaner". They are similar ages to Meg and the H and the four have been friends for ever. We always draw smiles and comments when all 4 (now 5) westies are charging about; sometimes it's even more, when various other westies join us

Tonight's walk is the two-bridges loop and , no, I still haven't got used to the short bridge's wobbles and vibrations. I still slink across all low-bellied and droop-eared. My tail is down as I scurry across, anxious to get to the relatively stable stairway at the far end.

Well, we thought we'd got away with the bath and that the humans had forgotten the Frontline. But, no, they got us tonight - all 5 animals rounded up and sprayed. They do Missi first because she gets in such a tizz seeing anyone else go first, it's easier to take her by surprise and get her over with. We dogs though, know that there is a payback - there are rules. One rule says that any brushing, grooming, cutting, buzzing or in any way interfering with our coats, results in a dog treat each. Tonight's treat was a chunk of raw chicken-spine, Dad scissor'd off a chook when spatch-cocking it.

Almost worth being Frontlined.

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