Well, we're back from a much overdue and very enjoyable weekend in Oxford with Bendy Mike and his wife Shona. Shona is currently 6-7 months pregnant and is carrying an impressive bulge; Mike also had a bulge of his own, which was due to his cheek swelling up after his dentist removing a wisdom tooth last Wednesday, and led to him complaining that he was tired, full of painkilling drugs, and could only eat soup.
Despite all of that, it was wonderful to see them both, we had a great time, and it's the sort of thing we should do more often. And I'm looking forward to seeing what happens to their spectacularly neat house when a baby is inflicted upon it. (I'm betting on mess.)
The excuse for going down and seeing them was to make sure the dogs were fine in kennels, as we're planning on heading over to the US next week, for 10 days, to get Cleodhna's papers sorted out, and to visit her grandma in Texas while there's still time. (We're also trying to fit in seeing as many friends as we can, while avoiding the "If it's Tuesday, we must be eating lunch with Joe" syndrome.)
The plan was, if anything went wrong, like Laszlo not eating, it would only go wrong during 3 days, as opposed to 10. We could then sort of a solution to the problem, like, say, buying a shitload of tinned salmon or something.
Well, I'm very pleased to say that Laszlo was no problem at all. He might make a fuss about going out of the flat every single time because he hates traffic, loud noise and people, but when we ask him to do something difficult that he has to do, he damn well does it.
Either that, or the kennel owner's Dog-Fu is spectacularly good. (He let her pat her, which pretty much blew us away.)
Incidentally, Mike and Shona's cats, Gyre and Gimble, are, officially, the smallest cats I have ever seen.
