Where's Boden?

In his little nest, that's where! B had a very busy doggy day, so was understandably pooped this evening. Dad took him for a walk at about 4pm when the rain stopped, and I gave him a bath with Shelle, who shall from hereon be known as " the worst dog washer ever"! It was a two-man job!

I went to Fego's again this morning with Miguel. We had a nice lunch, and I learned way more than I needed to know about Spanish culture! Apparently some seemingly innocuous terms mean something very different there!

Getting a bit nervous about Spain now. My mum thinks she's going for too long. How do we always end up in this mess? If we didn't have Little B to worry about, I suppose it would be easier. If only we could take our beloved baby-dog with us!

I'm off to bed, need to be up early in case Gary comes to do my jobs. I think I just saw some pigs fly past my window....