Walking Walking Walking

The school holiday routine, when not doing "something special," is to get up, not too early, not too late, watch a bit of telly, and walk the dogs.

We've been stepping up the dog-walking and are now doing a few kilometres each day, a new walk each day, up hill and down dale.

Eloise is taking to it very well as long as there are snacks available and plenty of patience applied as she needs to rest and have a play every now and then.

If things get a bit frazzled she can play some music on the iPod or she'll take some pictures. She likes posing me and the dogs, although the dogs are somewhat reluctant to comply.

In the afternoons, after lunch, we'll visit a playground or go shopping.

It's pretty chilled out really.

Tiny is going slowly downhill. Her glands are very pronounced now. We had a panic the other morning when she wouldn't get out of bed. We phoned the vet thinking that this could be the fateful day but when Nicole got the chicken stock out she mysteriously perked up.

We agreed with the vet to increase her dosage of anti-inflamatories and now she has a definite spring in her step and even on occasion running around, but she has developed a cough that's reminiscent of a wood-saw which is quite unpleasant to listen to and no doubt quite unpleasant to perform.