So we bought a blackout curtain to try and coax Daftie into more stable sleep and potentially dissuade her from waking too early, as the days start to get longer.
My day started at 6:30 this morning.
Taking advantage of the pretty decent spring weather, my Humans and I went to one of my favourite places, North Berwick. As it’s a bit of a drive, we planned our trip around her naps. And, seeing as we had been up at not-my-favourite-time o’clock, we had lots of time at home for brekkie and lazing about before heading on our way.
Let’s not talk about vitamins drops, shall we?
Caboo two allows for back carrying so when we’re out and about, I have it in my head that it’s more fun for her to have a decent vantage point. Not a tall vantage point, just one where she can have a good nosy.
The weather was warm enough for an ice-cream while we walked but too cold for paddling. I did tentatively dip a finger in the water, which was glorious and calm, only to retreat like a screeching banshee.
Speaking of wailing noises, Wee Daftie has definitely found her voice lately. Pretty much at the same time as she found her feet. It’s generally just a random noise, to remind us that she exists, and occasionally I harmonise with her which she find hilarious. Most of the time though, it resembles the intro to the “Immigrant Song”.
Steps happily hit today. Big Human heads back up to Aberdeen tomorrow so it’ll just be us gals for the week.
Too good not to share.
Travels With My Daftie 