This is Poppy – my daughter’s dog and Dusty’s best friend. They haven’t been allowed to see each other since his first operation last November. It’s been hard on both of them and I can’t wait until he’s healed up enough so they can play together again. The trouble is they go crazy when they see each other and play so rough, we can’t risk it just yet. It’s all part of the rules, no running, no jumping – and no playing with his mates.
Dusty is so sensitive to her name that when I talk about her, I have to refer to her as my little flower. I daren't say her name and raise his hopes that she might be coming to see him.
I saw a very strange sight this week, an extremely tall man with a frighteningly tiny head. It was only as I got closer I realised it was a man carrying a very small boy in a sling on his back. Maybe I need to get myself off to the optician.
Hasn’t there been a change in the weather? Just wonderful isn’t it? Certainly helps with the positive thinking!
Hope the sun is shining on you!