Elvis

Poor Elvis is limping. We think he has a poorly shoulder but can’t get an appointment with the vet until Monday. In the meantime, Mr F has persuaded the pharmacy to dispense some prescription-only doggie drugs for the pain.
He seems a bit better this afternoon, and is happier that the temperatures are down to just 27 degrees.
We’ve had a busy morning cleaning, bed making, mowing and now welcoming this weeks guests, who made a beeline straight for the swimming pool. Mr F is off to rugby in a while, so I shall have a nice quiet evening, and be in charge of the remote control!