I am beginning to feel sorry for anyone who has to look after Pepper whenever I leave the house.  She has not been behaving recently – running off at every opportunity looking for me.

So, as I was going to take Daisy to the airport, I decided wee dug could come too but she would have to sit in the backseat as all the fronts were occupied by us hoomans.

Pepper had her two cushion set-up and, although occasionally squeaky trying to get herself tangled up in her car harness, we managed.

Dog are allowed in the airport and my aim is to take Pepper to greet anyone who would appreciate it, like we used to with BeAnne (who met me after some god-awful spinal hospital appointment once and I sat on the floor and cried with happiness).

And Pepper’s little tail never stopped wagging while she watched everyone and everything.

Once Daisy’s flight had been called, we left via the grassy verges on the way back to the car.

Now Pepper had been promoted to travel in the front seat and was much happier.

We waited for a plane to take off and drove across the runway afterwards.

Pepper was fascinated.

And then onto Lerwick to drop off some sheep.  They’ve been selling fast, which is good.

And finally home.

Pepper was spark out after her exciting morning. I like having a little companion, if little companion is well behaved, and Pepper was very good.  Ted would’ve hated it – he was happy enough at home with OH.