Bluey has been eating but is obviously not 100%. He took himself downstairs to the front door where he vomited part of his breakfast. We didn’t notice him go down. It’s a shame he didn’t use the doggy-door to take himself outside! He will go out the pet door, but he still hasn’t taken himself out through the pet door.
I fitted the last of the flyscreens and recruited Anita to help me put up the long roller blinds. I then spent time cleaning and tidying our wardrobe, and deciding what clothes I should donate to the op shop.
We haven’t seen any signs of damage following the bathroom flooding, but are waiting for a cool morning to inspect the void under the bath.
Our street is returning to normal with neighbours and their dogs returning from holidays. Harley the groodle always gives me cuddles. A cavoodle of similar colour joined the sniffing routine.
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