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The Boys Are Back In Town
The Llandudno goats have come back into town......
It’s the bachelor groups that have left the Orme
The females with their kids are safely hidden away on the peninsular
The hospice is taking advantage of their births
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This morning I took Mary and Trendy Carol’s dog, Bengi to the groomers. Both are well trained in car travel and sit on the back seat like statues.
It was a pleasure to be out without the usual bouncing hysterics from Dorothy
I wouldn’t be without her, but looking after a dog with their own unique issues can be a challenge at times.
The above video is an example of Dorothy’s odd, and needy behaviour when out walking in a group. She is totally ignoring the other dog that was playfully sitting on the sidelines as well as Chic Eleanor who was watching with some interest nearby.
Her focus lies totally with me and totally me, which can be exhausting at times, for both of us, but I can see areas where her confidence is improving which is encouraging.
I dropped a neat bunch of smart tulips off at Gentleman Ralph’s farm with a card.
There is a strange paralysis people experience when visiting the very newly bereaved and even with my experiences within the hospice , I am not immune to the do I knock? Do I just leave the flowers on the doorstep dilemma?
I left them on the doorstep
The farmhouse was quiet.
I dropped Benji off, picked up a doe-eyed Dorothy and came home and prepared lentil and Chorizo soup in the slow cooker. Then the dogs, Albert and I made ourselves comfortable in my office in the East wing which I already made comfortable and warm.
I have some writing and some film scene watching to do for my film studies course
But all I have completed so far it this blog, listened to Eva Cassidy , drank coffee from my striped bucket cup and watched the world go by , in the lane which heads up to the church.
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Letter
Deer Big Bloggy Peeple,
Hell-Oh! It's me, Phoebe! Grandpa asked if I wood like to right a guessed post hear on his bog and I said yes.
I am seven weeks old today and my life has started good. I have put on five pounds since I was born - just guzzling mummy milk. It is deliccs nice but sumtimes i have to scream to get it. Mummy can be sooooo sloooow.
I am learning a lot as the days pass by. I grew in Mummy's tummy and when I came out I didn't know much. Every day there is something new. I am trying to make sense of it all - all the shapes and sounds and things like that. I did not know that there wood be colours out here. I like colours (American: colors). And I herd a siren near the suprememarket. It made me jump. Mummy said it woz an amlulance. I don't know what that is.
I have got a big giraffe, a sloth, a hedgehog and a teddy beat called Brian. I have filled lots and lots of nappies. Mummy does not like them going to Landfill but I don't know where Landfill is. Is it over the rainbow?
Daddy is vewy nice. Mummy is vewy nice. Grandma is vewy nice. Brian is vewy nice. But the nicest of all is Grandpa. He sings to me whenever I see him.
I am feeling sleepy again now. Got to go boggy peeple. Have a nice day.
Love,
Phoebe x
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