Sweet smell...

...After the day from hell...

Woken with a wet nose to the face at 5.45am...

let the dog out... turned round to see Starr limping in... went to see to him...

Swollen front leg, a few scratches & missing collar ( he's only had this one for 2 days...)

Went back to get Hunter in... no sight of him... I spent half an hour looking for him...

I went in to get dressed to go look for him... ranting I said... " bloody dog..."
To which the little sweary police pipes up...
Cooper: muumm you said a bad word...
Me: what was it??
Cooper: I can't say it...
Teegan: bloody isn't a swear word... it's like if you cut you foot it's bloody...
Cooper: I'm not falling for that. ..

Ha... smart boy knows us far too well...

Teegan went to look in the garden for Hunter while I got dressed & there he was. .. again I said "bloody dog"

Cooper: does this mean Hunter's grounded? ....
(He certainly is...)

But days like this I wish I could stay in bed...