I think I need a holiday! I've been looking after Rocky for a week while C and E are on a trip to Vanuatu. This is not an easy task, believe me! Rocky has his routine, about which I've been left detailed instructions. The worst thing is the early morning walk (and we've had some very cold temperatures). I set off, armed with a couple of poo bags, and carefully avoid any encounters with other dogs, especially little yappy ones. Back home for breakfast: 160 g of dried dogfood for Rocky and a Carmans porridge sachet for me. After that, I'm off the hook for a while and can go out shopping or go back to my own apartment. Big dogs are not allowed at Burswood.
If it's a nice day, we can sit outside and enjoy the sunshine, reading a book or snapping at flies. Rocky has another walk at 4.30 pm before insisting on his dinner at 5.00 pm. sharp. When I'm in the kitchen cooking my own dinner, Rocky follows me closely in case there are any tasty scraps coming his way. When I sit down to eat, his big eyes are on me as if to say: is there anything else for me? But he has to watch his weight, doesn't he? Greyhounds are slender creatures, built to run.
The best part is the evening spent sitting on the sofa, watching TV or the flickering flames on the gas fire. He dozes off whilst I do my crochet. Just before bedtime, Rocky goes into the garden for a quick pee. At night, we fight over space on the double bed. I think he knows there is an electric blanket on my side. Sometimes he is a bit restless, changing position or breathing heavily. Last night was very stormy and the gale blew the back door open, which alarmed us both.
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| Sunbathing in the garden |
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| A walk in the park |
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| Spring is here in the park |
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| Trapped in the car by a sudden heavy downpour |
Let's hope all this rain makes the politicians realise that the development of Burswood Park is a non-starter!
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