The lurgy continues...

The lurgy still has a grip. Poor Archie, who is generally dozing on my lap, has got quite used to the frequent violent explosions (sneeze+cough) and barely raises an eyebrow, though occasionally he will give me a pitying look...

After watching the 'How To' videos yesterday, I dreamt the whole night that I was grooming Archie. Easy peasy. I put the grooming table up in the spare room and made him stand while I brushed his legs. He was very good and just stood there. Bodes well for the real thing. I will do this several more times while I work up to getting those scary clippers out. And looking at that hairy wee face - it can't be too long now...

I looked out the kitchen window, and noted that the grass was almost ready for another cut. Sitting on the grass, quite near our door, was Tinkerbelle, the neighbour's cat. I thought I would show Archie, and perhaps get him used to sharing the back green with her. I lifted him up to look out, and after a moment's thought he started the loudest barking! He rarely barks now, so it was quite a surprise. But he barked and barked and barked. I noted how funny he looked - his whole body, especially his ears and beard, were flying up and down with the effort. But I didn't quite get the full throttle action shot...

I think he has not forgotten last summer when he was in his pen, and Tinkerbelle waltzed about the garden, free as a bird cat. I don't think this will go smoothly...

The sun is shining and it looks summery - but it's an illusion - there's still a cold wind. I won't venture out today, though both days I got chilled only because I wasn't properly muffled up.

I'm wondering if I picked up the lurgy on the way to the boat, but it was kept in check by the constant flow of champagne, beers and cocktails, and now that they've stopped...