13 April 2018
Hot Cross Bun and a Black Eye
I have just got home with Rick after his early morning walk. He was very good this morning, he was pretending to be a bloodhound and was in full snuffle mode, sniffing every single blade of grass and ignoring the traffic.
Paul has taken the car to the garage for some new tyres. I have taken advantage of his absence and toasted the single, remaining hot cross bun that was languishing in the freezer. It was wicked. I couldn't share it with Rick either because raisins and sultanas are toxic to dogs. I have carefully planned all our meals for the next week to ensure the freezer will be empty before we leave next weekend. I think we may be eating a great deal of lamb curry.
Paul woke up with a black eye this morning. No, I haven’t been fighting with him. He has a habit of vigorously rubbing his eyes when he is tired and I am sure this is the cause of the bruising. He looks like a proper ruffian.