My river
If I can’t have my mountain all the time then I’m declaring the river Avon in Stratford as my river. Of course, I’m willing to share it as I’m that kind of dog, but just so that you know, it’s now mine.
I went for a lovely walk along my river and then to the theatre in Stratford. I didn’t actually go to the theatre, Mum doesn’t think they would let me in, but I walked around the square in front of it sniffing out the statues. Apparently they are all from plays by Shakespeare, but you wouldn’t know that from sniffing.
Missing Aristotle
I don’t want you to tell him this as it would go to his head, but I’m really missing Aristotle. Dad will pick him up tomorrow and I can’t want to see him. I’ll play it cool and I won’t actually tell him I’ve missed him. Mum has said I can be the one to give him his special biscuits from Switzerland. She did make me promise faithfully not to eat any of them, which is a real shame.
I think having lost Shadow so recently it has made it harder for us to be apart. I do hope that Ari has made some new friends and hasn’t felt too lonely. It must have been hard for him. Maybe we could take him on some of our trips, but he doesn’t enjoy the travel so much.
Dad’s choice
Yesterday’s walk was my choice and I chose my river. Today Dad gets to choose and he wants to go to the Lickey Hills. He likes it up there and it will mean I can have a good run. Mum is concerned about how muddy it’s going to be, but that is probably just a bonus – the mud, not Mum worrying.
Love
Wilma
