The midges were bad today. Very bad. No one wanted to be outside. The horses and sheep were fractious and we were all suffering.
But Lambie suffered the most. I don’t know why but he does so I asked him if he wanted to come inside.
(OH was at work so please say nothing!)
The girls were eating breakfast when Lambie walked in. Daisy gave him ginger biccies and Flossie parted with a piece of crumpet spread with Marmite. Lambie was very happy. He likes everyone else’s breakfast.
I was in the kitchen so he popped his head round the door! “Hi, Lambie”, I said.
Monster was not impressed (possibly working for OH, who would not approve either).
Lambie did a spot of investigating everything and wandering around. Meanwhile, I limited access.
To get Lambie to settle, I sat down on the floor with him and put on the radio. Lambie is a keen aficionado of classical music so I found Classic FM (we can only get this through the tv).
And he quickly found his spot and sat down.
I could see he was tired. Those midges are exhausting and unforgiving.
Although Lambie is sort of house-trained, I had a couple of puppy pee-pads ready just in case. I can usually read the signs, though, and he does ask to go out if he wants to go out. A Muzzah knows.
And then Lambie got a mention on Classic FM – ok, so it wasn’t actually five minutes of fame – more like 1 minute 8 seconds of fame but we take what we can get! So proud *** sniff ***.