What a start to the day!

Day 1 (proper) of Baggy and Calum's "holiday". Last night Clever Bird decided to check Baggy's e-mails to make sure that the Boys' planned arrival time this afternoon at the Equestrian Centre was okay. It was. She noticed an e-mail from Etsy - as she gets lots of those, it tool a while to register that it was confirming an order from Creative Clara's little vintage shop, Realuv. Baggy dragged Clara down the pitch black garden to her woman cave to collect the item she had sold and the materials to pack it. As it was nearly midnight, Baggy's brain was not on full throttle, so much sticky tape fighting ensued! Why does it insist on immediately sticking back down the moment you cut it, so that you then spend five minutes trying to locate the end? Why does it stick to you/itself/the wrong bit of the parcel? Hormonal Hannah had a field day getting Baggy in a state over the tape and gave her a hot flush (as if the house wasn't hot enough already) - naked packing then happened; Calum threatened to take a photo. Don't panic bloggees, Clever Bird stopped him. Of course today is Sunday, then Grotty Groom and Cal are on their training break with the horses from Monday to Wednesday, so the Post Office will be shut when they head off for the day, and shut again when they get home. However the sale was to a surprisingly local address, so Baggy's hairy biker husband saw this as the perfect opportunity to have an early morning bike ride and be Clara's personal delivery driver. He was up at 7.00am.

As Grotty was too excited/nervous about getting the Boys sorted today, Baggy decided to get up and take Furry Mama out for an early (pre-heat) walk with Minty Mutt. The water meadows seemed a good idea, as it was already hot at 8.00am. As Minty and Furry Mama were heading back along the field, Clever Bird suddenly realised that Mint was saying hello to a grubby yellow Labrador. Then she noticed a Rottweiler standing behind Mint, keeping an eye on proceedings. Tails seemed to be wagging so Furry Mama left them to it. There was no sign of an owner though. The Labrador must have signalled the Rottie because he decided to  say hello too. Freda Fretter held her breath, while Furry Mama spoke soppy-voiced to everyone. The Labrador got bored and shot off into the bean crop. The Rottie headed to Furry Mama. "Hello handsome", said Furry Mama, the Rottie looked at her, Furry Mama held out her hand. He sniffed it. Freda Fretter breathed again. So did the Rottie. Cuddles followed - he was lovely. Minty went off sniffing and the Rottie stuck himself to Baggy's leg. "Great day to find two strays", thought Clever Bird as she tried to see where the Labrador had gone to. And typical that today Furry Mama didn't have her usual spare lead with her. The Labrador had no collar on, but the Rottie did (although no tag). Furry Mama walked on with Minty ahead of her and the Rottie enjoying his head being stroked as he stuck to Baggy's leg. Freda Fretter was just trying to work out how she was going to warn the cats that she had two extra dogs with her, when a head popped up from amongst the beans. Phew! It turned out that they were the guard dogs from a yard by the field. They didn't get out, other than when the old chap Baggy met came over to  take them for a walk on a Sunday! Apparently the Rottie (whose name is Buster) doesn't like dogs or people, until he gets to know them.

Home once more (minus two extra dogs), Furry Mama let Minty dive into his little pool (and soak the whole house). The Domestic Goddess is about to  rustle up breakfast as her personal courier is home - mission complete; apparently the lady was delighted to have been got out of bed by a hairy biker on a Sunday morning - not sure she'd be so delighted if she could have seen the naked packing though. No, really bloggees, she was delighted - Realuv does like to provide a personal touch after all..........