Mathias gamla hoods!
Va en gräsligt lång bilresa på ca 10h
Men hundarna var i alla fall jätteduktiga och fick komma ut och bada två gånger.
Käkade även en McFeast Fullkorn (utan dressing) på Macidonkan!
(Jag vet ,jag vet….not god! Men jag är faktiskt på semster)
hmm….nu ska jag i alla fall göra mig i ordning för att sätta mig i bilen igen!
Får skriva mer om kvällens bravader i morgon, då vi även skall övernatta!
Kommer bli tomt utan mina bäbisar!
Men Janne och Inger har lovat att ta väl hand om dom och jag har informerat om att Caisa nöjer sig bra med att sova i sängen under täcket!! Annars protesterar hon ljudligt!
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