Yesterday morning as I sat eating my bran flakes and sultanas, sipping black coffee at 5 am, before slipping out the door to go milking. I saw it, at first it did not totally register, but then the penny dropped as my brain finally computed the messages being sent to it by my eyes. Blottie was lied out beside the table, and I could see it, her pups moving, and looking like they were having some sort of rugby match by the amount of movement. So now we have visual movement. Always good to see, and to see so much movement is a good sign that all is progressing as should be. I start charting Blottie's temperature tomorrow, as we know The temperature never lies.
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
Hello, I am Jane!