Before And After

A long car drive to the west usually means Nora's - or the Dog Oasis. Today it was the latter, and I knew it beforehand because mum told someone the other day. I yap and I whine and I try to jump up in mum's arms to make her understand she needs to Take Me Away from there. To no avail. She unceremoniously hands me over to Johanna and then leaves. Unfair! Sometimes I just HATE being a poodle!

Two hours later, mum comes back and rescues me. I know I look nice, and that mum doesn't have a clue how to trim poodles and that I would probably look ridiculous if she ever tried. But still. And they call it Spa? Ha!

Anyway. Mum had apparently braved the wind and found three geocaches on the sand dunes by Lake Vättern without me. She was happy to go on south to Vadstena, where my friend Sr P lives, but not to meet her, it transpired, but to visit a special pet store. Measurements were taken, and I tried different collars on, but we left empty-handed. Very mysterious.

A long day with two more stops on the way home, where mum lost and found her house keys, ended with me having a shrimp from mum's sandwich. Not bad.