maggie and thatcher have left scotand

This morning at 0915 we glided down the highlands and left Caithness. It was a glorious day, the sea was shining, the fields were green, and the baby lambs were running around. After a fight with 

Thatcher outside of Stirling, which centered around his wanting to sit in the driver's seat and me wanting him to sit in the back of the car and resulted in the leash and his collar being broken and me calling him a bad word in front of a super serene lady holding her brand new baby and two whippets... we drove silently out of Scotland at 1445 and put this amazing adventure behind us.

selfie with maggie

Selfie with Thatchy

Down to Days

Taking a break from staging as the movers come tomorrow.  We have had a difficult couple of weeks.  Although I had a successful trip to Denver, British Airways lost one of my bags and it seems like it will not reappear.  

Goodbye my beautiful suede Jimmy Choo boots that I treated myself to on a particularly difficult day.  Not to mention all of my medication,which I decided to bring so I wouldn't have to lug it with the dogs.  Major sigh, I can just imagine the paperwork.

Maggie has decided to be sick and after a week of antibiotics and steroids, she has been given another weeks.  Her fever has been so bad that the skin is coming off the inside of her ears and the vet believe she'll lose her hearing, which I think she decided was okay when she pooped in the living room today due to the 'stress' of everything moving around her.  

As I called her a nasty name, she just looked at me wagging her tail and I imagine her chanting, I am in my own world, I am in my own world, I am in my own world.

We will not be beaten!!

Bees watercolor, as promised