We will be out all day today at the funeral, with no time to go on-line so I wrote this yesterday.
Poor old No 2 dog will be alone for a really long day: we feel bad about that but think that on this occasion there is no choice. However, I’m leaving him with a good stash of beef bones to keep him occupied. Yesterday he seemed a little less subdued. He actually came to greet me when I came home in the afternoon, wagging his tail and bringing me a present. It made us both feel better. On my way home I dropped in on our new neighbour to say goodbye to her daughter and grand daughter: they had asked me to join them for the day, going out together to a nearby castle, with playground and farm with small animals to look at and pet, but a passing stomach upset meant that they were not well enough to go out so it did not happen. The little girl has just reached the Terrible Two’s and luckily my entrance helped to defuse a tantrum. We had a lovely chat together round the tea table: that was R’s forte, how life goes in circles.
I really enjoyed being with the young woman and toddler: at that age children are so all-absorbing you cannot be preoccupied with anything else. She has a delightful smile. And their little dog was rushing round being into everything, rather elderly and ‘dot-and-carry-one’ but full of life and enthusiasm.
Although is has become rather subsumed into other events lately I must tell you the result of the Second Goose Naming Competition. We have decided on the name of the new female goose, and she is to be Debra. Given her sad history of losing a wing, everyone here felt that to be called after Debra Winger was just too good to pass up. So . . . . . . . . . . . . .
to Chlost who suggested this name!
You are the recipient of this absolutely stunning virtual golden goose egg: I hope it brings you all you desire.