Storm Darragh & Christmas Curry
There’s a nice little field near us that we sometimes bring Rosie. It sometimes floods at the back and it can get fairly deep.
Welp, on today’s visit to it, Rosie made an executive decision to run full pelt into the new pond and completely soak herself from top to bottom. After she wore herself out a bit, I brought her back home, and had to bathe her – the pong was unbearable.
Cold muddy water, no problem for her. A warm bath with soap, she whimpers…
You did this to yourself, doggo.
After work, I had my GYM Christmas night out, so got ready for that and got a lift over, picking up a cheeky bottle of wine en route. After our meal, we headed into the town to carry on the party, as the kids might say. A pub, a cocktail bar and a nightclub later, I found myself having a very windy walk home, thanks to Storm Darragh. After traversing three fallen trees, and then finally made it to my bed zzz.
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