Last week was a bad week.
Got a bit of bad news from the police. Partner had a car crash. Train station staff refused me travel for over two hours in London so got home at bed time. Having a bad night, then one parent said “What’s wrong Julie?!” in the playground and I broke down and cried on her shoulder for an hour. Freya Woof got Tikka and the poor hen nearly died. Tail-less but mainly feather damage, with some nasty cuts and bruises. I’ve got 3 types of chicken medicines on the go right now trying to help her. I was convinced she’d go in her sleep on the first night, but she’s hanging on in there and has started nibbling on food.
Why the excited face? Well he’s never managed the monkey bars. They hurt his hands and arms too much, and these are jolly high for a kids park – around 7 or 8 feet high.
This is typical Jen right here.
This is the little climbing wall Freya likes to hop over. Got Mr Grumpy in the background though unfortunately. I have no idea who this man was but he was talking about me in a derogatory way, mainly ranting to whoever would listen “Who does she think she is? Charity t-shirt in this park? Does she think we are rich around here daft cow! I bet she doesn’t donate to charity herself, cheeky cow!” and so on. I can tell you it took a lot of tongue biting and self restraint not to get stroppy back.
Bye bye. Well behaved child and pup walking home. A few months back Jen walking her would have been out of the question, but she really understands now that he’s so much smaller and more fragile and she reacts appropriately to who is walking her. She’s learning. Good dog!