I am a twit. I mean seriously.
The weather was about to change, so I thought I’d take Maggie up for a quick wee before the skies opened and the downpour started.
I met Tuppy and her mummy doing the same thing, so we thought we’d have a chin and walk the dogs along the dog walk, sit on the bench for a spell and then walk back.
It was the first time for both of us since the heavy rains and rising water levels.
I had forgotten just how sticky the grass is with sycamore seeds again. I thought it was only in the damn autumn!
When we got back, Hubby was not pleased with me as poor Maggie had to have a foot bath. I hope Tuppy is OK , as being a toy poodle, getting the damn things out could be a right game.
Luckily, we still have the medicated antibacterial shampoo, so test driving our new bucket (not one with our plants in, we have flowers on our tomatoes by the way!), Hubby set about cleaning in between her toes and pads. The seeds and sticky sap would drive her crazy enough to lick her feet raw if we didn’t deal with it immediately. In some instances, it was easier to cut the fur away, so her feathers are looking a little crew cut.
I hung my head in shame by the cooker.