I took the boys to the vets on Friday for their worming tablets and their 3 monthly check (Norman may have now moved from labrador status to that of a puma but it’s nothing to worry about…yet, apparently). The visits – or at least the drive there and back – usually result in a bath when we arrive, a bath when we get home, a couple of grumpy fur balls and a very stinky car.
This time though, (possibly because I severely limited the biscuit intake) there was no a poo in sight, let alone covering them both. Instead we had a bit of a sing-song in the car.
I am very proud.