This morning we had a lovely short walk around our local field.
It did not start out well with my oldest girl having a melt down as we were heading out of the door. I have to admit that I am the least patient person in the universe when it comes to moaning and whinging.
After a little screaming and well more screaming we eventually headed down the very slippery path. Its no easy job to walk on a ice covered path, with two beagles straining at their leads, and two girls alternating between holding hands and running off. Running off that is to a chorus of me hollering don't run or you will fall on your butt. I am an excessively load voice, so you really would not want to be one of my neighbours.
It was lovely to be out with just us girls ( sorry Kelvin I know you are a boy dog, but for the purpose of this walk you can be a temporary girl).
We let the dogs off in the field, and the darlings behaved really well for a change. Although I did have to play a game of hunt the poo when Abby decided to poop a fair distance away from me. I know in some area they tried spray painting turds rather than cleaning up, to show the scale of the problem and I guess to shame the culprits into scooping the poop.
I wonder if I could feed the dogs the spray paint, so their poo comes out brightly coloured and easy to find and identify. There is very little more horrid than hunting the poo, thinking you have a successful find, and then being tricked into picking up another dogs ice cold old stool, yuk!
The field has a little park and the girls spent a while pushing Reg in the swing. Reg is one of Santa's Reindeers, he has come to stay for the month so the kids can teach him to be good, and if he achieves this goal he will be awarded the honour of pulling the big man's sleigh.
At the end of the walk we headed into the shop to get some sweets to sneek into the theatre later, ummm yummy revels. I am planning on a diet in the new year, so hopefully I won't explode from excessive junk consumption before then.
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