Waiting for Frankie

I told Juno we were going for a walk with Frankie. But dogs don’t understand what we say, do they? As we walked over the bridge past where we usually meet Frankie (but haven’t done do for months as Frankie recovered from surgery) she stopped, sat down and looked back, refusing to move until Frankie arrived.

Maybe they do understand more than we think.

Meanwhile Tom prepares to move to London on Monday to start his new job as a graduate structural engineer. There are a lot of nerves around.