I am counting the days.
I need my little boys (aka The Minions) home. I miss them so much.
This winter, Lyradale has been a perfect home for them. It is the perfect place.
I visit Lyradale daily (or someone does if I can’t go) armed with a carrot each and a hug/kiss – plus I have to put a headcollar on Brá no matter what as she is determined to be feral, if she has her way. Sadly, for her, my way is to catch her, no matter what. I am winning this battle.
Sometimes I sit on a stragically placed rock and whoever comes to talk to me. Today it was Lyra and Tiddles.
Lyra and I practised our selfie skills.
(please excuse my double chins)
Meanwhile, while Lyra and I were busy being the beautiful people, Tiddles was busy eating the camera! We had words about this speshul skill.
When the weather warms up just a tad, I am going to get my little boys home.
They need to be home.
And I need them.
The Minions make me smile all summer.
I think Albie and Newt (and possibly Efstur and Hjalti) need The Minions too.
Everybody needs a Minion.