... and Herbie has picked up a little. I'm lurching along from day to day. I took some time out last Sunday to go to the Jerry Green annual open day, and Holly had her first go at some agility equipment. She hated it, so there went that idea.
There was a large German shepherd/husky cross in the end kennel who looked at me then said "Mow" in exactly the same tone of voice our old cat used to use when he wanted you to know he was a poor old neglected cat who'd been left out in the cold. It was as if he was saying "Get me out!" but I can't. I don't have the right life for that breed. I hope he finds his family soon.