Back from Crufts, exhausted after the best part of two days walking round; broke after buying too much stuff that I probably didn't need; and happy for seeing lots of friends I don't get to see often enough. Even if one of them did threaten to de-bag me in the restaurant to see if I was wearing the Playboy knickers! (I wasn't!)
Crufts is very tiring, there's no two ways about it and the crowds on Saturday just got the better of me. By lunchtime I had to get out and escape the madness. Fortunately we got most of the shopping out of the way on Friday (faux fur throw for my bed, two new dog-beds for the Lurchers and a boxful of new toys for them too).
Today started off badly when I found that Lola the Hamster had passed away in her sleep last night. They might only be little but they do find their way into your heart.
I’m sorry. I didn’t plan it this way.
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A few days ago I told you that Hunter S. Thomcat had passed and I said that
I would soon write funny happy stuff again but then Ferris Mewler took a
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