Having had her second set of injections, she can now go out, so we have taken her on short walks… with mixed success. She loves the park, when we get there, but she is not so keen on the walk to reach it. I daresay that will soon change.
She has met lots of other people and a few other dogs now and she has not been fazed by any of it, I’m pleased to say.
Apart from doggy stuff, it’s been a busy Bank Holiday weekend, so far.
Lots of walking, courtesy of Geocaching – and Saber, of course.
A nice ride out to Jack’s Hill Café.
Shopping – both food and retail.
Running in a new burglar alarm cable because the old one got accidentally cut by the double glazing people.
And an aching back, thanks to some gardening that Mrs M made me do today. Well, I say ‘made’… but really, I just felt guilty after watching her hard at it with a shovel for two hours, so thought I’d better chip in.
So, when it came time for dinner, Mrs M was too tired to cook and we were all knackered anyway and couldn’t be bothered, so I drove up to our local McDonald’s for some veg-out-on-the-sofa-in-front-of-the-telly grub.
It took a bloody age to arrive. I watched as the girl went back several times to check whether it was ready.
Mrs M’s 5-piece Chicken Select meal came very quickly, as did Harry’s 3-piece meal. Amelia’s chicken nugget meal arrived almost immediately.
It was MY order that was causing them such a problem. Had I ordered something out of the ordinary maybe?
No. I’d ordered a Big Mac Meal.
Their signature dish, so to speak.
The burger meal that the whole brand was built upon.
And it took them three attempts to get it right.
Think I’ll go to the kebab shop next time.