The dogs, and sometimes Ginger too, love cartoons. Especially the ones that are about animals or strange humans. This morning Mavis has been glued to The Gruffalo's Child and now she is watching something about a big white puffy robot type thing. I don't know what it's called but it's loud, musical, has lots of voices and sudden action ... just her sort of film.
Suky has been dipping in and out of it, with the sound of her snores in-between the bouts of action drifting along the hallway as I sit typing this out.
Ginger, being King of the Furries, has claimed the best seat in the house, and the dogs are cuddled up in the weak December sun directly opposite the television. Mavis is going to be exhausted by the end of the film as she usually sleeps away the morning after their canal-side walk.
Luckily for her we are no doubt going to be sitting still watching something not too actiony after we have our Christmas Dinner at one o'clock ... the one that Alan is doing single-handedly for the first time ever. She should be able to catch up on her sleep then, if I can find a film with no loud action, no animals and no unusual humans to catch her attention.
Did anyone watch Call the Midwife Christmas Special last night, I thought it was a lovely episode.