High And Low.

HIGH:
I've had various lovely walks with Bingo. I saw various types of wildlife, from damsel flies to circling buzzards to squirrels gorging themselves on picnic tables. It was wonderful. And wonderful, too, to see Bingo so happy. I hadn't realized - and he had never complained, the darling, to alert me - how much discomfort he was in; not until he wasn't any longer. The painkillers are doing their job to a degree I hadn't even dared hope for, and though he isn't storming around as he did in his puppy days - like a racehorse on speed - his movements are much easier and he appears to be enjoying life immensely.
     Right now as I type he is lying on his bed utterly exhausted after his walk, which included a few good rolls in the long grass and flowers - daisies and dandelions - and several rounds of "HUNT THE STICK: AND WHEN YOU FIND IT, DESTROY!"

LOW:
Father's Day is approaching.
     That is all (for now).

Alice x