Happy Birthday Bean!

My beautiful companion is 8 today. 

She came to live with me three years and seven days ago. It was an excellent move: we both agree.

She is the funniest, sweetest, happiest and snuggliest dog. I am the happiest human.

Thanks you for the support for my rant yesterday. I just spoke to the housesitter who was (finally) given the go-ahead (by Tilda's mum) to take Tilda to the vet this morning after further overnight bottom explosions (albeit without blood thankfully). She has been given some medication and the vet was pretty sure she's over the worst, and probably ate something which didn't agree with her yesterday. 

What a relief. But what an unnecessary and horrible drama.

I spent part of the morning gardening with G. She had tasks for me which enabled me to kneel as I did them, which is perfect for my back at the moment. It was fantastic to get my hands back into the soil. Even though it was mud in parts. 

And I have spent the rest of the day resting, aka being sensible.