Bach every time for me...

It's a year since Casey has had to spend time in the kennels. He has no particular complaints - they're very kind - it's just that he'd much rather be home. Today we had a walk first and I gave him a good meal (despite the risk of vomit in transit - good heavens, I just used two third-person singular Latin verbs in one phrase - probably the first time since I did my A levels). I did tell him where we were going when we got in the car, but it was only when we turned into the lane leading to the kennels that it dawned on him, and he whimpered just a little. Then he settled in quite happily.

We like the fact that the kennels are in a place called Castell Newydd Bach. There's certainly a lot of barking there.