It all kicked off today. Firstly, it was snowing hard from the outset. This had two consequences. The adults, for it is they, got very excited about the prospect of skiing, and then spent most of the day by avoiding going out “until it stops”.
Then, the one with blue hair had booked with the physio who was to look into her poorly Achilles heel, or at least the one that you find on the bottom of your leg and connecting to the foot (another doggy word “heel”). Well as time passed, and the snow got heavier, she sent him out to give me a walk in the pouring snow. Bless him he did and we played around until I had left plenty of numbers 1 and 2 all over the route des metrallins. Then he came back, only to be told he had to walk me down to the village to meet her after her appointment and take the bus back up.
Down we went, snow still pouring, and I had a sniff around the butchers shop while Grey went into the baker next door to get some bread. There we some especially tasty smelling chickens roasting outside on the spit, but try as I may, the lead was not quite long enough to allow me to jump up and get a bite. So I “left a bit” on the pavement outside the shop as a little protest.
Finally back home, I got my dinner an hour late before I conked out while the adults watched more people playing with their tennis balls, a pleasure that is denied me for the time being. After they went to bed, I took up residence on the couch for a comfy night which is where Grey found me in the morning when he came down to make the tea. I got a mild rebuke, but it was pretty timid compared with the stick I get from the Agalouts.