Leader of the Monday Mud Pack

Jealous of my evening of pampering Albi sought out her own spa treatments on this morning's walk.

In anticipation of any questions:

- yes we think there is some hippo DNA in there

- yes it was embarrassing walking her home but I mainly found alleys and backstreets and managed to avoid seeing too many people

- yes she did shake herself the minute she walked in the hallway so the walls are now completely mud splattered

- yes she did do the same just by the back door so the units either side (and a bit of the ceiling) match the hall decor

- yes my attempts to wash her in the garden failed miserably so I had to succumb and take her upstairs to the bathroom

- yes she is the most indulged and pampered dog in the known Universe.

- and yes apparently she still qualifies as Carl's best idea ever.

Ironically we only ended up down the path that led to this in an attempt to save Albi from an over exuberant male flat coated black retriever who had taken quite a shine to her and wasn't shy about expressing his feelings. I imagine this is something along the lines of what he was envisioning cross-breed wise.

In other news I have secured the venue and super cool vinyl* DJ for the charity event I am organising in June. Should anyone find themselves in West London on the 10th and fancy a boogie in aid of a good cause let me know.

Oh and the sun is shining and it is actually a real proper warm sun that actually really properly warms you up. (And hopefully dries up mud baths in the woods).

Lesley x

*plays, not made of