I don’t want to go to play-school T says to me as I put her down for bed. I don’t want to go to play-school T says to me again as she gets up in the morning. We’ve been hearing this little protests for about a week or so now. So we’ve been thinking of ways to try to persuade her that yes, in spite of her claims, she actually wants to go to play-school!
The good thing is, our vet gave us the go-signal to walk Doc around our little village in spite of only having his first shot (he completes all his shots two weeks from now). He said he’d only advice against this if we lived in a city or a big town. But since we live in a small village and thank goodness the tourists are gone (his words, not mine), it’s safe to walk our little pup around.
So we decided that Doc would take Tamsin to play-school! Brilliant idea huh?
As you can see from the above photo, it turned out that Doc didn’t want to go to play-school either!
He preferred to sniff around on the grass and didn’t want to budge.
After coaxing him on, he seemed to have given-up and went along-side his human.
Getting tangled on his leash …
And then they finally arrived at play-school. The children fussed around him. But like his owner, he didn’t seem pleased at all. T clung unto me for dear-life and wouldn’t let go. Doc and T’s Dad went home ahead of us. I stayed behind with T. Did I mention that she clung unto me for dear life? Oh yes, I did.
And T wanted me to take a photo of her new pink-converse. Yes, she loves the colour pink. We are doing this again next week, hoping there won’t be any tears. Good luck to us.
This post is linked-up with Coombe Mill’s Country Kids.