It's slowly starting to dry up. I whickered when TW arrived this morning and I got 1/3 tube of omep (which i spat out) and a kiss for my trouble and then she tromped off with the three doglets to romp round the field while my drugs kicked in.
She had a big think and cos we all seemed happy and chilled she said we could stay out today and this evening if we wanted. We agreed. So we had brekky in the field, had some extra hay nets and she did some poo picking cos the field was just about dry enough for the wheelbarrow to get through the mud.
We had some kisses and scratches and then she headed off with the doglets to do some work and sort out builder men. For the first time in a long time she didn't come back a second time. That's ok as long as it doesn't become a habit....
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