So this afternoon I am walking along in the field, perfectly happily snapping merrily away at various Icelandic horses, proferring the occasional broccoli stalk as I go and hoping that my wee dug, BeAnne Duvet, is coming with me because she said she would.
(I am a fool and she is very good at being invisible)
And here she is…. eventually after I called and called. Note the lovely dark pink orchid. So pretty.
I am pleased and relieved to say that BeAnne is having a bit of a rally – the latest addition to her diet is lactulose and steroids which seem to have given her back the joy of life, which is truly wonderful. Today she stole a rabbit off Monster who is now sulking. She sat on the front doorstep and chomped the lot. Monster walked around the indoor manège howling to himself.
So, BeAnne and I are walking along together (I think)…..
…. and then I realise I am on my own again!
She’s drifted off.
She is very easily diverted.
My Boyzenberries were around too. The girls were somewhere up a hill. They made up for Her Maj’s absence.
They all followed me back up the hill. At least someone did. BeAnne appeared later.