Before I get onto the weekend, I guess I should clarify what "bibbed" meant. He "sounded his horn". Guess it goes back to the old days when a car horn went BIB BIB.
Anyway, to the weekend.
Bryn, our oldie, who we now believe to be about 14 years old, had to be put down on Saturday. A couple more small strokes had taken their toll, and she just wasn't "there" most of the time. She had also started to get a fluid build up around her neck which the vet said was probably protien leaking from her system. Old age was just catching up so we went for the kinder option before she suffered or had a major stroke which would not have been good for any of us.
Here she is, having fun unwrapping presents at Christmas. She was a real sweetie, and we all miss her a lot.
Custard has accepted that she has gone, having a nose around her bed etc. Frou Frou actually seems happy to see the back of her, being able to reclaim her position of Top Dog. They were never great friends, those two! You can still see the pack instinct at work with a small group of dogs, can't you?
On Sunday, we woke up feeling rather battered, so Mrs RC said we should go to my Mum's and do a few jobs that we had promised to do months ago but the weather had prevented it.
So, there followed a restful day of tree trimming, fence moving and fixing 2 gates. At one point I had to take a walk to the nearby hardware store to get some hinges and stuff. When I got back, I found that we also needed some more screws. The store closed in 10 minutes, so I had to run. Not something I do that often these days, but it was quite enjoyable! No I will not be doing any half marathons anytime soon.
When we finished, my mum was really pleased with it all, and we staggered back home.
Still feeling achy today, and it is proving to be a very busy day here too! Ah well, term is almost over...