It's a dogs life

Home made dog food! 

I should probably rename the blog to "Betty and Doug, the glory years" because its fair to say I have more stories and photos involving them than I do of any other member of the family. No matter how many times I try and take photos of the kids, they evade me, and despite them taking 100s of selfies everyday, I'm not allowed any of them.

This weekend we have mainly been rushing around as ever. Yesterday we split up and Glenn and Izzy went one way for a day on the bikes, while Abi and I went to Newbury to meet Zsara and Aran. The grand plan was to go by train but it was cancelled at the last moment, which meant we had to suffer the range anxiety of an electric vehicle and take the Jag. It's a fab car o drive but it comes to something when you can't get to Newbury and back without having to plan in a 30min stop to recharge. No matter, it worked quite well and we stopped at Tot Hill services (after a false start in Andover) and had coffee while laughing at all the other people who were obviously as clueless as we are trying to work out how to use every new charging point you come across. Despite this we had a lovely day and the time flew by before we had to get back on the road again. 

Because we were all out we had taken advantage of Mum and Dad and left both the dogs with them while we all galivanted around the country. We got home about 6pm to find both of them flat out and clearly broken from their day's activities. Betty couldn't even manage to wake herself up to say hello to start with, and Doug came over and then crashed out on my lap almost immediately. They had clearly had as much fun as did! They both slept all evening - Doug put himself to bed in his crate just after 7 and that was that.

Today I had yoga and then had to set about making dog food. The normal supplier we use has had a catastrophic failure of their freezers so we have about a 3 week period without the fresh food we use. I could just put them on kibble but that would make them a bit sad so I have summonsed all my (limited) domestic goddess skills and made them a beef & veg and chicken & veg alternative which should stretch things out.  I tried it out and they wolfed it down so it seems to be a success. I'm not sure I would want to do it all the time, it is a bit time consuming, but it is better than seeing them hungry or disappointed when I put their bowls down. I'm such a sucker for a sad dog face.

The girls are now on Christmas holidays and I have another 3 days before I break as well. The Covid situation is deteriorating daily and we are all waiting for BoJo to come out with plans for another lockdown. I'm not sure after all the government misdemeanours that anyone will follow them, but any restrictions are going to feel hard after 2 years of living like this. I had my booster today so at least that side of thins is covered, but it does feel like its only a matter of time until we all come down with it. I'm so over it all - I can't believe we are heading into the third year of this rubbish virus. That's nearly a quarter of Izzy's life time!

Got to go - I'm under pressure to watch some sad whale video Abi has found which isn't ideal for a Sunday evening. It does give me some respite though from Grey's Anatomy which she's got me into, only for me to realise that there 18 series of it, and 25+ episodes per series. The question is which will end first - my watching the entire thing or the pandemic?!