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The sandstorm.
A bracing January walk on the beach complete with sandstorm and stropping three year old.
Well that really cheered everyone up.
Stinky.
I believe stinky is the best word to sum up our beach walk (minus children) this afternoon.
If there is even a small morsel of something rotten on the beach, Bonnie will find it.
And then she will eat it.
And then I will have fish burps all the way home in the car.
Nice.
Glow.
The future is glowing! Bonnie has a new glow in the dark ball.
Nothing like the sight if a glowing ball happily making it’s way back to its owner in the pitch black!
Walkies!
Check us out, we’re a pack of wheels, paws and wellies!
We’re now one pack of butter, one dinosaur (I haven’t broken the news to Evie yet), one pegasus and a bag of monkey nuts down (but she didn’t really eat them).
Arnie has managed to get within 2 feet of her without Armageddon coming for him.
