There was lots of this:
Maggie is now bigger than Charly and at 6 months old is all paws! Wilbur on the other hand at 10 1/2 is on 5 tablets a day and slowing down massively these days. I've been calling him Snuffalufagus as slow and steady seems to be the way of it these days! Poor mite had an arthritis flare up so short walks on the beach is all he could manage while the other two bounced around him!
You can tell when he is not happy as his normally relaxed droopy face gets all scrunchy and wrinkled with the effort of walking. Feels like this could be the last year we walk him on Doonbeg beach. So while Wilbur snoozed in the back of the car, the puppy mania continued:
Then Maggie got tired!
But not Charly! Who's eleven? Not me! I'm still a puppy!
In the middle of the break we came home for a few days as Maggie had her neutering operation and had to wear the cone of shame! She managed amazingly well with it, better than any of our other dogs. Patch used to get stuck in a corner and just stay there forgetting he could walk backwards! Maggie had fun running after Charly scooping her up in it and clever dog managed to figure out the cone covered the food bowl so Wilbur couldn't get at it!
Then the humans had a holiday! My cousin and her husband came to visit from Chicago and we wandered around the loop head peninsula admiring the scenery of the Wild Atlantic Way and finding some really good pubs open for food despite it being October and the end of the tourist season!
Some of my favourite photos - Queen Charly who clearly owns the whole beach!
The two pals!
And the senior citizen having a wander!
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