0. I dream that, after saving them from a fire at the shelter, we’re adopting three more dogs. At first they’re shy with each other and with me but then we all run together as a pack – through some woodland and a park – then we’re all besotted with each other.
1. We have some slices of bread and cooked meats for lunch – a regular lunch, not one filled with exciting, delicious leftovers or large amounts of New Year’s cheese. It’s lack of novelty is just delightful.
2. I put together a misc selection of snapshots of 2014 – both a fun process and a lovely set of memories:
3. Lily displays perfect comedy timing – not only farting while I’m walking up stairs behind her but immediately after I’ve made a comment about her not really smelling as bad as some of our songs would suggest.
3b. Lily has only been sick three times in the nearly five years she’s been with us – and is growing more considerate each time. The first time, it was a full lake of vomit, all over our duvet, at 3am. The second time it was in the garden, but right in the middle of the path. This time though, tonight, she stands up to vomit off the bed and on to the only hard surface in the area, allowing me to wipe it up quickly and without any fuss.
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