Today I've got Bess (a spaniel) and Lottie (a cockapoo) visiting. Like my brood they live in a child free zone so are just as spoilt as my kids. They are delightful things. Bess is chilled and has the most beautiful soleful eyes. Lottie on the other hand is a frenzy of activity. Constantly on standby for a run around she'll hurl herself after Buffy on a squirrel chase but when they get to the end of the garden Buffy's still in hunting mode barking away and Lottie just stops dead in her tracks. She stands around aimlessly till Buffy moves onto the next hunt and then she's off again, not a clue what she's actually doing though.
Polly was up at 5am for a small feed then it was straight back to bed for a few hours - slept like a log after the disastrous night on Tuesday. All six hens are out and about although I have to keep a close eye on Doris. She's only laid one egg in her 18 month life and it was so small you could have been forgiven for thinking it was from a budgie! Anyway, since then she's developed a lump between her legs and my two favourite vets are of the same opinion. She's got a tumour on her girlie bits. Well, she's survived ok til now but a couple of months ago she took a turn for the worse. It looked like she was having an asthma attack, then her chest was rattly and then it moved up into her throat. Well two visits to the vet for antibiotics and anti inflamatories, then a week of worming treatement I was £70 lighter but Doris was back to her usual bossy self. She loves her food and when I saw her fighting off the little ones (Helen & Tess) I knew she'd pulled through. Still not happy on her perch at night she prefers to sleep on the poop deck (I think perching presses on her tumour). Unfortunately it means that her lovely white feathers get pooped on during the night but she carries it off well, struts around like its a new appendage to her outfit. It's true what they say - it's not what you wear but how you wear it and in the words of Rod Steward she "wears it well".
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