Dreaming of summer
Mum and I spent yesterday dreaming of summer. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not exactly winter I object to, it’s the English version of it. In my homeland winter means snow and lots of nice blue skies. Ok, so it’s cold, but I don’t mind that. It’s the sunshine we miss. And I do love mud, but only when it is a choice. At the moment our whole garden is mud and you just can’t get away from it. Unless we go to somewhere like the race course, every walk we go on is mud. The sky is grey and don’t even get me started on how the wind blows my ears out of place.
I guess really, it’s Mum dreaming of summer. I’m just dreaming of Switzerland and wondering whether I could visit family for the next couple of months and come back when the weather improves.
On a happier note
On a happier note, there were workmen everywhere yesterday and they made quite a difference. Suddenly, the new garage is starting to look like a garage and already leaks less than the old one that was falling down. There is a roof on the utility, or my room as I prefer to call it, which made me quite excited.
Even more exciting was Mum suddenly saying she thinks once my crate can move, we might be able to fit one of my big comfy beds in the office. That will be a huge improvement as far as I’m concerned. Now I just have to decide which one will go where. That makes me miss Aristotle and Alfie though. Ari and I had been arguing about our respective favourites. My favourite is of course the one that has mine and Alfie’s names embroidered on it. I do miss them both.
Love
Wilma
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