versus the height of the wellies.
The Atlantic won.
They’re mostly made of teeth, aren’t they?
It was a high octane day. With lots of exercise, and walking, and running, and screaming, and jumping, and screeching, and leaping, and howling.
And air hockey suspense.
And delicious rib-eye steak.
And they will have a video to remember it all.
Thank you Nana!
I was too busy for photographs.
I was on the little red and yellow dot below.
With Mrs mememe2U. Paddling away.
I was surprised at the speed we reached when I inadvertently mentioned to her that orcas are sometimes spotted in this area.
* Nana did. Thanks Nana!
Nana couldn’t help herself and bagged two pounds of the tasty little buggers for Luca and Uncle Nic.
Down to the beach to try and clear the head of the excesses of the communion yesterday.
This is His blood. And we drank it in memory of Him. Several gallons actually.
It was strange to go down to the beach with just the one spaniel.
The vet took Muscade in her house over the weekend. She’ll get more results from the blood tests on Monday.
Poor little thing. In her own daft hyperactive spaniel sort of way, she is very attaching (if you like daft hyperactive dogs).
Finn tried to provide some comfort to Jojo. But he knows that something is not right.