The weekends come
the weekends go.
What happens to them?
who bloody knows!
Two days of relaxing
with family and friends,
next thing you know
it's all come to an end.
As long as you did
whatever you like,
reading a book?
or riding your bike.
The weekend is yours
five days off from the job,
so please yourself people
even if you just BLOB!
TOF and I took a drive out to Raglan on Saturday. It wasn't the flashest weather on offer, and he had hurt his back but sitting driving was ok and we wanted to catch up with some friends.
After our visit we drove out to Manu bay, I wanted to catch the sun going down, but we were too late and the sky was dull anyway.
But good old Raglan still looked GREAT!
Sunday morning our dogs were barking their bums off at the front door, TOF went to see who was there and found this dear little dog. Cowering in the corner shaking while Tex carried on eating his breakfast, un fussed by all the commotion.
I put a harness on her and took her for a wander down our street to see if anyone knew who she belonged to but came up empty handed. So I had to ring the dog ranger to come and get her. She had a fabulous time with Sheba out the back playing while we waited for the ranger.
I phoned the City pound yesterday (Monday) to see if her owners had gone looking for her, but no. They think she is about 6 months old and if no one claims her by next Monday she will be assessed to see if she can be re homed. My fingers are crossed that this happens, other wise she will be euthanized. If we had the space we so would have kept her, but two dogs in town is more than enough. The lady at the pound said they get lots of really nice dogs that no one claims. I cannot imagine not going to look for any of my pets that went missing. There are some sad bastards out there when it comes to pets, that is for sure. I say register the owners not the dogs!!
Monday was an ok day, I made TOF take the day off and took him to see a doctor about his back. Our doc was away so we saw a locum. He has been put off work for a week to rest his knackered back, hoping that it will settle down. He hurt it years ago and we so don't want to go back to those days. So far he is behaving and resting up, I think lying down is the least painful position for him.
I pottered about home all day keeping him company, venturing out to the garden when he slept. Sleep is a good healer we all know.
Don't you just love the delicateness of a Poppy, super fine crumpled petals and very over the top stamen. Nice splash of colour as the day started to go down hill and rain.
But look at that pretty sky.
Sheba had taken every single one of her toys outside so I had to collect them all and dry them off in front of the heater. She does love her softies.
Today was work, woohoo! TOF has retired to bed and I have just put a Apple Cider Vinegar soaked cotton wool ball on a bloody Veruca on my foot and taped it up for the night. Hopefully it will make it go away. Any other do it yourself suggestions out there peeps?? Trying to avoid the cost of going to the doctor.