second time around

Living in the country as we do, having pets is a calculated risk. Up to last Sunday morning (at around 4am) we had two - Sandy, the rescue dog who has turned out to be the worlds best dog (not according to our neighbour, who says her Newfs are better), and Toby, a loveable blonde bubblehead. He tore out the cat flap, and has not been seen since. We know there has been a Lynx in the area, so hope Toby's end was swift. On the other hand, he may just be two-timing and is holed up comfortably in someone else's house....

SO that is our sad news this week. Hazel takes off for Victoria this coming weekend - so guess who gets to walk the dog, do the housework while still consulting and teaching to keep the wolf from the door.

sigh.....

So here we are, our first attempt at a blog.