Ah, the sights, the sounds, the smells…that’s Isabelle on any normal day but this particular long weekend (which zoomed by in the blink of an eye) saw clan Newman head on back out to Shaun and Sue (one particularly smitten pair of Godparents) in Northamptonshire.
After the early drive one of the first tasks was to feed Isabelle, which drew rather a crowd…of dogs, Holly, Oscar, Raz, T-Bag, Rocky, Turbo and Trim, to be precise.
Although Missy was on her own mini-break, a couple of miles down the road on the canal boat, Isabelle was soon up to her usual tricks in the window with one of the dogs wrapped around her little finger, she even got Trim, …Kim and Ash’s dog, to stand guard over her Fifi bag.
After all that playing, chasing round and panting (and that was just from Isabelle) everyone took a thoroughly deserved rest and I don’t know if it was just the relaxing that did it or all of that fresh country air…but…we…all…rather…became…a…little…tired (yawn)
You could almost say we were, er, dog tired. But clearly Iz is more than at home around dogs, perhaps too at home sometimes!
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