It all started so well. I slept all night in great comfort upstairs. Never heard a word from the mountain lion, and was gently woken up by Blue coughing away with a nasty chest infection. She didn’t look too good, but then, she rarely does. Grey followed soon after, and blow me, he was coughing too. They must stop sleeping together.
So over a late breakfast it was decided not to ski which was a shame as I could tell from the wibble on the radio that the other playmates were enjoying themselves sliding down the mountain. The morning rather dragged as the humans spent most of it asleep, so in the end, I had to join in.
After a cough ridden lunch, and a bit more sleeping, they finally stirred themselves to take me out. This time a new adventure. Since they wanted to go to the shops, we went to Taninges which is great for larking around. Nice and flat and very difficult to lose another of Bernie’s balls, I got a bit sweaty despite it being minus eight, and had three dips into the lake (see above). Very refreshing!
And that dear reader is about all I have to report. We got back with the shopping, we all had some food (although theirs smelled better than mine), and now they are conking out in front of the fire and watching that box thing with moving pictures. Let’s hope for better tomorrow. At least Grey will be a bit more alert as he will be following AFC Wimbledon who are away to Coventry in an important match.
Woof woof.