I know he's going to be fine and have the BEST time with mum's golden retriever (and her I guess- ha!) but I MISS HIM. And he's a little city boy, I don't know if he's cut out for the country life.
The house is empty and so quiet. It's weird to type this and not have him nibbling on my toes. What did I ever do without him?
Anyway, we're all packed and ready to go. I am looking forward to the warm weather. It was minus three most of the way down yesterday. You get that when you leave home at 3am.
Here are a million gratuitous pictures of Marcel. Just because.
Meeting Oscar for the first time
How vicious does he look?
Playing dress ups at Mum's shop