“Your name’s not on the list. You’re not coming in. Grr.”
Hmm. Not so big now, huh?
I came across some extremely cute pictures of Molly when she was just twelve weeks old. We’d only had her for a day and were still terrified that we’d get it all wrong. But we must have got something right, as Molly’s now three and seems to be doing just fine. We’re exhausted and gibbering wrecks, mind you, but the dog’s peachy.
Our new addition (left)
Note the nice, comfy (and empty) pen on the left!
But it’s all soooooo tiring!
Sunset at Sand Bay, just north of Weston-super-Mare in Somerset. I love being on the beach as the sun goes down. Everything goes very quiet when darkness falls, as if the world is getting ready for bed.