Mavis and I don't entirely know what to do with ourselves.
Yesterday afternoon we drove Charlie to the airport and said a sad goodbye as he headed off to New Zealand for a week or so, just before Christmas, checking in with family and friends, and with the mother country. Mavis and I carried on down to Dorset where she spent the next few hours looking around the house everywhere for Charlie. Yesterday evening I found her curled up hidden under one of the old cast iron beds upstairs. The thing is, wherever Charlie goes, by and large, Mavis goes. I might be stuck up in London with this and that going on while Charlie is down here, hard at work on the flowers or veg patch, but Mavis is always with him. So it's definitely quite a shock to her system, and anyone who says that dogs don't understand things in quite a lot of detail probably needs to think again.
This morning, bright and early, we went for a nice long round walk up top, the sun just rising, the wind bitterly cold. We got back down to the house as the sun was beginning to warm things up. Continue reading