Well we’ve had a frantic couple of days. The most memorable outing was to the vets to get Brinkley’s final booster jabs and to be microchipped.
‘Please can you hold him for me,’ the lovely vet said. ‘Dogs can find this uncomfortable and many will yelp.’
So dutifully, I held on, preparing myself for one of Brinkley’s trademark ‘wailing banshee’ howls.
Nothing. Not a murmur. Just a face looking up at me that said things like ‘ooh what a good boy am I?’ and ‘In your face, vet man’.
… excuse me, where are my eyes?
All of this fun at the vets means that in a week’s time, the true, proper adventures can begin. I’m hoping that this blog will eventually revert back to being more about rural life than cute doggy pictures. However, I will be documenting our adventures with Brinks on his Instagram account, here.
See you soon x