Somerset Day 5: In which things do not go exactly as planned.

This is what the bedroom downstairs looked like, in case you wondered. 

As we began packing up Hazel went a bit funny again and sat in front of the door. Perhaps we should not threaten to leave her behind so often, maybe she is learning English ;)

The steps going up to the cottage were dangerous! I fell like 4 times because I am awesome. Hazel had a habit of running around the corner and trying to jump up them and then sliding and leaving claw marks behind:

 

I can't believe it but we didn't take any pictures of Freddie, the dog that lived next door and Hazel's de facto best friend while we were there. He was a great big lumbering and slobbery black lab. Very cute and a little bit afraid of Hazel's craziness.Can't say I blame him.

We set off back up the country and had a bit of a break where Hazel practiced her driving, before carrying on to Birmingham.

Now, those of you who have been paying attention know that Hazel comes from Birmingham! So we had a bit of a stop at her breeder's house which was nice but did not exactly go as I had imagined it would. Hazel's mummy was not so much pleased to see her and came out of the kitchen a bit snarly and had to go back. It is probably because she is in season, poor thing. Hazel's Daddy, on the other hand, was *really* pleased to see her -wink wink, nudge nudge- and also had to go back, although they did have a few nose kisses which was sweet. After the excitement with her doggy parents Hazel was a bit freaked out and ended up being very shy and not at all like herself. She was nervous of the people and really didn't want to do much but have a cuddle with Dave or myself, which was really a shame. She did get some strokes from them if she was sitting in my lap, silly thing. I've never seen her like it before, although it was probably a bit strange to go back if she recognized the smells and whatnot. So. Bit of a fail, that. Maybe we will try again someday. Anyway, here she is glued to her Daddy, although she doesn't look like a crazy weirdo. You will have to take my word for that.

And then there was a quick petrol stop and it was home time! But the heat was off when we got home and it was a bit of a mess because all the book boxes were still out. Ah well. It is good to be home.