21 days to go!
Three entire weeks left of Archie by my side on a morning. I don't know how others 'dog sit', but I actually sit by the side of him regularly and he always sits with me between dawn and walk. As he looks up at me in the morning, at the bottom of the bed, and I cuddle him closely, he seems genuinely happy with those huge eyes and as they glimmer. He has a tendency to go looking for a ball later on to give to me to play with: but that's an obsessive action which has become a part of his behaviour, and probably led to his back end paralysis issue which effects his gate. In Lola that aspect is absolutely devoid. She's also happy by my side for cuddles and kisses. And I rarely play ball. *** Yesterday was a day of tiredness and endurance. Finally at nine pm, after a final walk around the block, and as clouds increased in the west threatening to pour down into Yorkshire, I called Sunday complete and collapsed on the bed(not in it on this sultry day as the room at the top ...