We're back off holiday.

I would like to say it's nice to be back off holiday but I can't I had to much of a good time and didn't want to come home home. I'm going fore a snooze now so will let Dad take over for now.

We all had a great time and Sheba loved it, 95% of her walking was off lead and she got loads of praise off people for being so well behaved, she was a real pleasure to be out with and didn't let us down once came back when called, walked to heel when required and was just the perfect companion  even Mum fell in love with her seeing the true Sheba, it's nice to see all the training has paid off and I've got a dog I can be proud of and take anywhere I lost count of how many doggy and human friends she made. She used to just sit and lap up all the attention, on one occasion a group of young lads in the village wandered over to stroke her including one nervous looking lad who I found out was scared of dogs but Sheba worked her magic and put him at ease.

One thing Sheba taught me this weekend is there's more to life than blogging and Social Media, we never had wifi and I didn't even miss it, so I probably won't spend as much time on facebook or this blog and concentrate more on Sheba I don't want to lose the Sheba I saw on holiday.

Chilling with Dad.

One of my many doggy friends I met on holiday.

Some of the treats I got for Christmas.

Happy New Year.

Auld Lang Syne is a Scots poem written by Robert Burns in 1788. It is traditionally sung at the conclusion of New Year gatherings in Scotland and around the world, especially in English-speaking countries.

Auld Lang Syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And never brought to mind? 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And auld lang syne! 

For auld lang syne, my jo, 
For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 
For auld lang syne.  

And surely ye'll be your pint stowp! 
And surely I'll be mine! 
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet, 
For auld lang syne.
 
We twa hae run about the braes, 
And pou'd the gowan fine; 
But we've wander'd mony a weary fitt, 
Sin' auld lang syne. 

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine; 
But seas between us braid hae roar'd 
Sin' auld lang syne.

And there's a hand, my trusty fiere! 
And gie's a hand o' thine! 
And we'll tak a right gude-willie-waught, 
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my jo, 
For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 
For auld lang syne.

Happy New Year.

Having a great holiday.

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