More of the usual with the pets.
Over-ordered Rana's straw again, so she had a huge bed. She was perched precariously on the edge looking nervous, but acutally enjoyed being higher up and being able to see more from over the door (she has a high door to keep the draughts out). For any non-horsey people reading, don't worry, she wasn't in any danger of falling out of bed!
Rosie was frightened by the fireworks, but hid behind the washing machine until they'd stopped. Dawson couldn't care less of course!
Soggy Moggy Dawson had to be dried yesterday morning. I was out, so Glenn did the honours. He managed to dry her body, but wasn't brave enough to tackle the paws. So now I have to change the bed again after she dried them on the duvet cover. Lovely...