After a stay in the 'special vacation residence' it's so nice to be home, and back to the familiar daily routine.
An early morning run in the park, greet my pals, then stop by the paper shop on the way home to pick up the Guardian. (We are proud to be Guardian readers in this household, where a boycott of all Murdoch-owned media has been in operation for decades.) A quick post-walk grooming session, accompanied by a crunchy treat to keep teeth busy and away from the brush.... Curl up in favourite armchair and watch Gail fire up the computer and focus on her work. Occasionally remind her of my presence by jumping up and snatching a pen or a tissue off her desk.
Mid-morning coffee for Gail and playtime for me.
(See my new toy, a Newfoundland dog stuffie. Friends you were right, Gail is not so mean after all.)
A lunchtime romp in the garden and a noisy conversation across the wall with next door neighbour, springer spaniel Molly.
Later on, another, longer walk, maybe by the river, along the old railway line, into town, or, on a good day, a short drive in the car to a nearby wood.
Then it's dinner time. Kibble and perhaps another treat. A cuddle from lodger Marie-Thérèse if she's in.
A five minute pre-bedtime trot round the block, then down for the night on comfy kitchen cushion, with hot-water bottle (yes, even in summer) and another wee treat.
Then sweet dreams 'til morning.
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