Lovely long weekend in North Lincolnshire.
No photographs. Really it was not that sort of weekend, but rather revisiting places, and seeing family, plus quite a lot of work architecturally reducing cousin Tim's huge apple tree, which was fouling his and his neighbour's telephone wires and needed half the growth taken out of the rest. On Saturday I did the pruning and started clearing up the trash which was ninety per cent done when heavy rain brought a halt to work at tea time. So Sunday morning saw a resumption of trash clearing work and cutting about three weeks' worth of firewood for the winter after next out of the bigger diameter pieces.
This brought an opportunity to [for the first time since last Autumn, which was a nightmare for a friend who looked after the little dog] to actually leave Lu at Pat's house for a couple of hours. Lu worships Patti, so there was a good chance that she would not grisle or howl! Apparent she sat by the front door and whimpered for about ten minutes and then decided to jump om Pat's lap and give her loving warmth.
An absolutely brilliant lesson learnt by the little dog, as I was able to leave her in my own flat, completely alone and perfectly quiet and content when I got home this afternoon, while I carried my two bags of dog and human accoutrements up the stairs! Bingo, and an important step in making it possible for me to go to the doctors [or whatever], and leave Lu at home. Teaching dogs is more about patience than anything else, and taking full use of circumstances to make little steps in the right direction possible.
It also means that Pat would manage the little dog well should I depart this mortal coil first. Pat's son William is already backstop number two. We are a very dog friendly family, and dogs do recognise that rather quickly.
Anyway, just a few notes on Lu's latest adventures this weekend, for anyone who might be interested.
Best wishes from George and Lu.