Right says Dad, we're off to see the old bat. 'Hmm' thinks I, where are we going to find a bat this morning and how are we going to know it is an old one? 'That's easy' said Dad, 'it's her birthday tomorrow. She's old, trust me!' Trust him eh, that's a big ask. Anyway, he loads me in the car and starts heading south towards where I assume there is a bat cave or something which harbours old bats. Rolling to a halt in Barnetby-le-Wold I see that we have pulled up outside Dad's mother's house. Ah, got it, the 'old bat' :-) She is 12 tomorrow (that's 83-ish in human years) and Dad had to take her something to maintain the blood level in her alcohol stream. She still did not want to see me as her Border terrier doesn't like other male dogs, according to her anyway, but she's as mad as a wet hen on a good day. I was quite happy to zzzzzzz in the car for ten minutes whilst Dad fended the old bat off indoors.
After that it was walkies on the top of the Wold around the area of the old derelict St Mary's Church. Had a whale of a time charging about, and also did some Saturday doggie school tricks for Dad. Good job he had a few treats on hand to persuade me!
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