POLISH/ENGLISH

Good evening. This morning went as planned. We took Wagga and BB on the field. Waggatail decided to go off and play with a little boy and his ball. She is ball obsessed. Nothing will bring her back, any biscuits or toys with squeaks and bells. Nothing will distract her from a ball.

Oh I was so worried in case she burst the child’s ball. Thank God she didn’t.

When you go for a walk with our dogs, you really have been through a workout by the time you get home. My left arm, is an inch longer than my right?

Then when we arrived home, LC, decided to let us know, we left her behind. She was a pain. I think Dean, our Canary, Irish you know. Also protested. He sang top of his voice. As though a brattish child, being really annoying.

So Arty off to the US now on holiday. She needs a break, having just lost her Uncle and Father in Law.

No way I could take Wagga on a free run, as if she was to run off, I would never get her back. So thank God guide dogs was able to find Arty.

Then to the vet’s with  BB and LC. OMG? A huge bus pulled up for us, well, OK, it was a mini bus. Rather lovely it was, except, the driver didn’t know how to speak English? That was just mad. He through broken English, tried to ask where we were going. When he kind of understood us, he then drove us there in the afterwork traffic. Hub started something. He asked the driver through some kind of microphone, if there was a window in the back, as the dogs were doing their impression of steam trains and I was absolutely boiling.

Well, you know when you start something you just can’t finish?

The driver didn’t know what Hub was asking, but we ended up knowing that there were no handles on the doors for the windows. There were three buttons for lights, an odd contraption for the door to open and speakers, no window winders.

Well, we got to the vets. It didn’t seem familiar. I asked the driver if he could show us where the door was?

Oopsie.

He didn’t know what we were saying, after another minute, he kind of guessed then he tried to walk us into a blooming window.

Hahahahaha.

I said to Hub, you know you should not be allowed a job with the public if you can’t talk English?

If you need to get somewhere and the driver doesn’t understand what you are saying, it’s a little on the mad side.

We got there and saw the lovely vet. He was as camp as Christmas and absolutely adorable. He was so lovely to the dogs.

We got back home with another driver.

xx