Goodness! The first part of this is a little offtopic, but hey. It's not worthy of it's own thread.
Me and my sister went away for a Fieldcraft oriented 4-day Easter Weekend with the Army Cadets on Thursday night, and got back yesterday afternoon. It was really good; we were constantly moving, marching everywhere. The first day was terrible, because our detachment was bad-mouthed by our own Potential Instructor for no reason.
Apparently, the three cadets (me, sister and our friend) from our detachment had been extremely rude to her. Instead of telling us not to be rude when she thought we were, she simply went ahead and told another cadet from our detachment. So that was a bit of a bummer. We were also never told to bring certain things that we'd need to pass the tests on the weekend, so we were convinced we'd fail. (We ended up buddying up with people from other detachments to do those projects, though.)
But it picked up the second day and we all had a great time, then the third day was similar with a few blips, and the fourth day was just getting ready to leave.
We were on the move from 8AM (getting up at 6AM, ready for breakfast at 7AM after doing a head-count parade, then back out on parade in our companies by 8AM) to 5PM, learning everything from marching to patrolling and crossing obstacles. It was great fun, and we met some really brilliant people. However, I kept staring out a different PI, who's an ex-paratrooper. Did not mean it. He kept calling me on it, asking why I was glaring at him.
I felt terrible, because he was so unnerved everytime I was in the front rank on parade, because I always ended up in the middle, right in front of him. My detachment commander commented a while ago that I have an "expression he's decked guys for" and has been calling me Smiler ever since I joined Cadets a year ago. The nickname is now set in stone and the Officer Commanding on the entire country of cadets said "You alright, Smiler?!" to me on the last day.
Our friend carpooled with us to get there, and we carpooled with her to get back. As soon as her mum pulled up to our house, the door opened and out bounded the doggies! They all flooded onto the road, wiggling everywhere and making all sorts of excited noises. It was a really nice, fairly hectic way to be greeted! They don't miss us when we're away, which I'm glad for (I'd feel terrible leaving every time knowing that the dogs would feel down) but it's really nice that they get so excited to see us again.
They haven't left me alone, though.
Kay's just been laying there, looking at me. I decided to take them up the field individually today, so that we could have a bit of a play and some one-on-one time. I took a squeaky ball, a dog and a camera. The results:
WARNING! Fluffy baby chicken ahead...