Soggy!

Grotty Groom dressed Baggy this morning. The millisecond that she was dressed, Minty Mutt started bouncing about like an over-sized puppy. Yesterday, when Furry Mama walked him on a short walk, he chased after some rabbits at the speed of lightening, like he used to do in the old days, so Clever Bird decided not to give him any painkiller to see how stiff he was. Well he's had none for two days now and is pretty okay, so Furry Mama took Baggy over. Minty chose the walk: The Dormouse Sanctuary, followed by Ager Fen (over an hour). Clever Bird had once again omitted to check the weather, although the heavy grey sky would have been a bit of a clue, if she'd had Baggy's brain in gear.

It was a lovely day in terms of the birdsong, which at times was virtually deafening it was so loud and so varied. Baggy is very spoilt to live in this stunning area. Minty Mutt was sniffing everything, as always, but even Baggy's comparatively non-existent sense of smell, could detect the wild garlic. Apparently, sticking your nose in it is not that great a plan; a sneezing fit ensued - no bloggees, Minty Mutt, NOT Baggy - seriously, how daft do you think she is? Nope, don't answer!!! For a clever mutt....

Well, the grey clouds that had been a feature all the way round, decided to empty themselves at the furthest point of the walk (naturally), so Baggy was sporting the drowned-rat look rather fetchingly she thought (not).

So as a result, Grotty is now soaked and trying to decide whether Baggy has the energy to go over and ride the Boy Wessles once again.........