There is nothing much to record, except the sun is shining on this rather cold morning. The memory card in my camera refuses to work, and then there was of course Lucy's night of madness on Saturday. Ever since we have had her (2 years out of her 9 years} she will start out acting strangely pacing from one room to the other, trying to hide in dark corners. It doesn't happen often thank goodness, and we have always put it down that in her old home she was locked away by 6 in the evening in a shed.
Well this time in the middle of the night she locked herself in the study downstairs, she is very good at closing doors. Unfortunately there were three large plants on the downward spiral in there and so they were knocked over and the compost spilt everywhere (on a cream carpet it looked shocking) as if someone had opened a bag of compost and spilled it randomly. So there we were at 6 in the morning slowly brushing and then vacuuming, madam had by now recovered her mojo and looked on with interest. This is the second time she has reduced a room into a terrible mess. The other time was the study upstairs, where on shutting the door she had found a long length of that terrible white plastic that is used for protecting wooden furniture. She had reduced it to its minutest form, the room looked like a snowstorm had hit it! We never tell her off, but accept that she had problems in the past, and still love her dearly, though there will be dark mutterings under the breath all day!
Well an American cocker spaniel has just won Crufts, now I hate Crufts for the foolishness of pampered dogs, and that spaniel certainly takes the biscuit on this one... Gun dog??
Definitely prefer my slightly mentally delinquent Lucy with her spotty legs, who doesn't think much of guns either, than this over groomed, funny headed creature.