Molly’s new favourite ways of drinking water (or at least getting water in the proximity of her mouth):
a) putting her hand in Klara’s water bowl then licking the water off the hand and
b) putting her water bottle in Klara’s water bowl and trying to drink from it.
Disgusting things I caught Klara eating, listed from “I wouldn’t eat that” to “This makes me want to puke”:
-half chewed food Molly spat out and threw on the floor,
-half eaten burger found next to the trash bin,
-random used tissues,
-half digested pasta someone puked out,
Klara doesn’t sneak into the kitchen while we’re eating breakfast to secretly eat whatever food Molly’s dropped anymore. She now lies comfortably under Molly’s chair, waiting for Molly to actively throw her the food.
After 9 hours of driving (out of which almost two hours were a torture with Molly’s constant groaning and screaming and coughing), we’re finally in Rijeka. Molly’s shouting and being generally grumpy, our family dog just puked, Klara’s barking at random things in the garden and I still have to unload the car. And there’s no one at home to help me. It’s difficult to stay positive.
Molly, Klara and I are driving to Croatia on our own.
Challenge no. 1: after the Austrian border, at the petrol station, I realised I left all of my bank cards at home. I had just enough money for the petrol and vignettes.