We were at Paco's for his annual cook-a-thon which is always a blast but before we went we took Ollie for a walk.
We'd just got started on the route when...:
Don: Have you brought the poo bags?
Me: No, I thought you had them.
Don: No, you go back and get them then and I'll carry on.
So I did..but wasn't sure how many to take so opted for 6.
I then thought to myself oooh I don't fancy just using the bag I need some gloves.
Looked round the kitchen and spotted some Marigolds so off I went again.
Cue Don laughing when I finally catch him up.
Ollie does his business..after many pees..and I just can't do the picking up process.
Cue Don to the rescue.
We get home and it's feeding time.
Despite the dog food declaring on the tin it was a 'pate of chicken, turkey and vegetables' it sure as hell didn't smell like it.
Drama queen me scouts round for some sort of smell protector, spy a tea towel and make a mouth mask.
After fussing over Ollie (me that doesn't do dogs!!) off Don and I go to Paco's.
Despite being in the company of many friends Don and I found ourselves repeatedly seeking each other out and wondering how Ollie was doing!
7pm comes round and we decide to LEAVE THE HOOLEY EARLY and go and walk Ollie!
We must have looked like Derby and Joan walking arm in arm with the bleedin' dog trotting beside us as we took in the evening air.
I cannot believe I am actually:
a) Home by 10pm on a Saturday night.
b) Writing a post about a dog!!
c) So looking forward to seeing Ollie again in the morning.
