It's hard work being a 'working woman'

We're back in St Ives for the summer and as we won't be renting out our house and making millions, as what 'Mr Joe Blogs public' seems to think we do, lol!, my human is working back at the 'Harbour Pool Club'. She loves it there. It's a private members club, which is stuck in a 1970s time warp. Lol! Lovely staff, lovely customers, and a lovely work environment.
However, it is a bit of a shock to her system. It would seem that Ann is going to be working Sat-Tues for a 5 hour shift each day. 5 hrs on her feet is a long time for someone of her age, who has spent the last three months lying on the sofa watching daytime TV??!! But, hey ho, I'm sure she will adapt and so will I.

This morning I went for my normal trek around first thing. And then at about 11am Ann said, Trixie, I'm working 1-6pm today, so would you like to go down to the beach to play with your ball. Obviously, I was at the front door before she changed her mind. I played and played and played so by the time I got home, I was well happy to spend the afternoon snoozing in my bed.

When Ann came home just after 6pm, I had a quick little moochie around the field for toileting purposes then gobbled up my dinner and went straight back into my bed for another snooze.

My human is exhausted.  She's working, she's doing jobs around the house, she's trying to socialise....................

#itsadogslife!