This is a full house of dogs, from a tiny Jack Russel to a mahoosive young chocolate Labrador, not a year old yet, via my Jug and my friends 2 Bichons.
Chessa, 11 years old and making herself at home.
Shelly, 10 years old and staking her claim to the sofa.
Poppy, coming up to 8 years old and the Queen Bee.
Herbie, my Jug, mad as a box of frogs.
Revi, she is another mad creature who thinks that she is the same size as Poppy.
No sewing/spinning/anything will get touched while they are all here, I am likely to end up knitting a Bichon into the socks or spinning a Poppy with the fibre. I can not have the wheel uncovered while Revi is here as she is intrigued by it. It has to live behind a cupboard and fully covered, I have visions of her nose in the wheel and her big feet on the treadle, disaster.
Francesca is loking to buy a car, she was negotiating a deal at the Audi dealership. The salesman looked at her and saw a combination of "dumb blonde" and "£££££££". He told her that the 12 month wwarranty on the website did not apply to the model she wanted, just 3 months, but he would give her a warranty on the Alloy wheels!
I do believe that he was told in no uncetain terms to take a long walk off a short pier. She is still looking and is nobody,s fool, she knows what questions to ask and all the terminology. A petrol head brother and my time working for a main dealership group have given her the verbal tools to use.
All is peaceful, the dogs are draped over various bits of furniture and snoring gently.
I am not far off the snoring myself thanks to 2 consecutive morning of being woken at stupid o'clock, once by a car alarm and once by Herbie telling me that he needed to be let out. Then, of course he found a toy and wanted to play.
Now I am going to sit back and rest my eyes.