Some people have children, we have dogs. Grand-Dogs for Grand-Dad. They adore each other. As I write, I can hear the big big dog getting a love on Grand-Dad's bed. He shouldn't be on the bed, but that all goes out the window when Grand-Dad comes to stay. Grand-Dad has been in hospital. Nothing too serious but he can't go home just at the minute. And he likes a bit of spoiling round our place. And because this morning, I am forced to stay home with Dad, I am not out and about already.
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| Foggy in Shackleford |
So a bit of luxury time, getting some photos taken, and writing up a blog post. Lucky me. The Boxers have been out already. They had to wear their reflective coats to be seen in the fog. They don't mind, they love dressing up. I think it will turn out to be another lovely spring day. I hope so, plenty to do in the garden with Grand-Dad and Grand-Dogs.