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This weekend is a long one in Melbourne. The boy and I are off to the beach for the weekend.
My parents have offered to look after Teddy. Which is terribly brave of them, considering that when we went to Papua New Guinea in November last year they were looking after both Huffle and Teddy, and Huffle sadly died. It was totally not their fault. But seven years previously, as the boy and I were about to head off to Queensland for a holiday… my rottie Max was staying with mum and dad. The day before we got on the plane, I got a phone call to say Max had died. Also totally not their fault.
My parents do not have good history in pet-sitting. And yet they still offer. I think they are really brave.
It will be different this time. Instead of Teddy going to their house, they are coming to stay at our house. It will be totally different.