A routine has been established with the dogs – my own has gone to pot. Only one walk in the rain so far. This morning the wind has dropped and the sun shines burnishing the leaves to gold, and crows are silhouetted against an azure blue sky.
Rufus is my constant companion, whither I go, so goes he. After the first night when he began howling at one in the morning, he now sleeps on the bed in the crook of my knees. A bad habit I know, but one I am prepared to put up with for a good nights sleep. Poppy is getting on a bit, so sleeps whenever and wherever. The only problem now is trying to stop them eating horse poo which they seem to have a taste for, and as this is horse country, there is plenty of poo for them to have a go at.
I have been taking a few photos in the garden and playing around with them for a bit of fun.
And in between all things dog-related I have also been trying to map out some ideas for the November novel writing month which begins in a couple of days. It has been hard to concentrate this week and slow progress has been made, maybe I won’t complete the 50,000 words this time around, but at least the seed will have been sown, and I can always continue when the competition is over.
So, only three more days before my neighbours return from their holiday – looking after someone else’s dogs has certainly been an experience – not sure I would want to repeat it, but they are loveable little creatures and have won a place in my heart.