Five days to go until we find out whether Bonny is just fat or pregnant….
Meanwhile, we met the gang outside Osmaston Community Center (Derby) this morning, it was hot, the sun was shining and all played happily together, except Bonny, who sensibly went off to find some shade, did some barrel rolling (mind those babies Bonny) and generally did her own thing. (Apparently “going off from group” is a symptom of pregnancy. I have become extra protective of my girl these days and told off poor old Oscar (the huge Old English Sheepdog) and a friendly (too friendly for my liking) golden labrador – their sin? Looking Bonny’s way, of course.. Did you know we Scotties can act ferocious without actually biting? I am quite the man these days!