Zoë Bowyer

Gracie and I are currently playing tug of war with with a pink flamingo. It is difficult to type with a small dog on the end of one of your arms.

We survived Christmas and survived the eating of two Christmas dinners on the same day. Our first was at D’s parents and the next was with my mum and family in Cullybackey. Gracie came with us and charmed everyone with her cuteness apart from Bert’s mum Pearlie, who reckoned that Gracie had a nice wee face but would grow into a horrible wee Jack Russell. Pearlie was more interested in reading the above book than in stroking the wee puppy.

Christmas was nice though poor HB was feeling ill and couldn’t join in at dinner.