Back seat nesting

This evening we took Mollie to Sence Valley Forest Park near Ibstock. She loves it there: she can run around off lead, there's a gravel path so you don't have to get muddy, and there's a lake (it used to be an open cast coal mine). The trees aren't very tall yet but it'll be even more lovely when they've grown; they've done a really good job of prettifying it and there are ample dog bins... there are lots of paths that head off into the countryside so we need to go back with provisions and an O/S map one weekend - when it's not raining!!

We bimbled along the path around the lake, met a few dogs (she got chatted up by a 6 month old staffy called Dino, a brindle and white waggy boy - she seems to love staffies and I can't say I blame her! Sorry Prince...), threw the ball a bit... at one point was clearly overheating so we led her to a stream but she slipped and fell in!! Up to her neck, but still wagging. By the time we got back to the car, she was shattered, and when she's tired she nests, so on the way to the friend that we visited this evening all Tracy could see in the rear view mirror was a waggy tail as some frantic nesting went on. What had started out as a fairly tidy fleece blanket ended up very, very crinkled up and messy. We were both in stitches as she kind of got her head underneath the edge of the blanket and tossed it, then picked it up in her teeth, then went round and round, then sat and had a breather for a second and surveyed her work. And all this while wearing a harness clipped onto the seat belt!! Unfortunately, just as she'd got her nest just right, we arrived at our friends' house, but at least that meant it was ready for the trip home...