Ticks

Ken came back from the UK on Tuesday he had an hysterical greeting from Shula. I didn't realise how much she had missed him but she threw herself at him yelping and jumping up, the rest of the evening was spent glued to his side, nice to be loved.

Wednesday Ken found a tick on Shula, horrible thing, I don't know where she picked that up. I have a really good little tool for removing them so it wasn't a problem but I hate them and they can cause terrible diseases. I like to think there is a place for everything on this earth but can't think what purpose they serve, anyway that one is well and truly dead, swashed and flushed down the loo.

Thursday I went to the Calahonda market and met up with a few friends. I spoke to Liv a Norwegian lady I met a few months ago, she breeds Cotons and Bolognese these are varieties of Bichons. What a nice lady and so knowledgeable, if I wanted to buy this sort of dog she would be my choice of breeder her website is www.ginille.com  

The week has really flown by, it is nice to have Ken home, no more problems opening jars and he is by far the best cook ever.