So far we are making good inroads into preparing Peaches to sit with us and not run around for the duration of a 45-minute church service every Sunday. We've been taking her to church for at least a year and she's gone from attempting to bottom shuffle up the aisle, to sitting with us as she munches on breakfast snacks. Right now, she's making just one escape attempt at each service.
We had a lucky break in that when we began, they moved this service into a smaller side chapel and we could take her out into the main church for a mid-service scamper and explore. When the congregation grew too big for the chapel, Peaches was already familiar with the church and was generally happy to stay with us.
This weekend, we decided to shift our territory for social conditioning to a nature reserve and the golf club.You might think the nature reserve isn't much of a challenge. But there are DITCHES, very muddy beaches and bird hides often used by very quiet elderly men who like to look at the birds and not be disturbed by small children. Fortunately the reserve was really quiet, so this introduction to bird watching went really well.
First of all we took time to smell the flowers.
Before ripping them into little pieces. See how they fall apart...
We took up residence in a bird hide to breakfast on chipolatas, ketchup, boiled eggs and coffee. It was delicious. Adventures don't come much easier or tastier than this. By the way, we saw a kingfisher and spotted some seals basking on a sand bank.
After a midday nap and some more food, Peaches and I went to meet Recaro at the golf club. It's a middle of town golf club, only nine holes and very quiet. It's possible to play millionaire's golf here and pretend that the world is here for your convenience.
Peaches seemed to embrace that idea pretty quickly.
If you look closely at the silvery patches by her feet on the 9th green, you'll see that the ground is miraculously resisting any effort to soak up and disguise her very public accident.
Noone was on the course and we pretended everything was A OK. I was hardly going to whip out the wet wipes and start polishing the green. I'd have looked like I was the one in need of social-conditioning.