After a wonderful three weeks in The Gambia, it's back to humdrum stuff and parish life. Thousands of e-mails, mostly rubbish, a pile of unread mail, also rubbish, and a particularly difficult funeral awaited me on my retiurn. Oh! And a rerrible cold to go with it which I share liberally with the Rectory Wife.
However, she shows much compassion, and has bought me a wonderful little puppy for my birthday. I've always wanted a mate for Toastie, and she is now very much at home, after 15 hours in the Rectory, causing havoc! Toastie is none too pleased, but we live in hope that some Christian love will have been caught by the Parish Dog, and that a friendship, and courtship might follow!
Her name is "Peanut"!
My dog was that cute once, now he's a pain (but still cute sometimes!)
So cute. Sometimes I think, when my current pets are gone, I won't have any more. Then I see little creatures like Peanut, and know I'm an eternal pushover.
Enjoy your little darling!