Whatever will be, will be

I went with Mummy to vote today. Mummy moved to the UK in the early 90’s for work. She was became a citizen a few years later and she is proud to be British. She takes her voting rights very seriously. 🙂

And I, by going along with her, gave her my backing because you know we dogs don’t have a voice in these matters.

George didn’t go into the polling station because he’s well, a newbie, but many still considers him a “Hungarian refugee”. You’re getting there George. One day people will stop calling you that and you’ll be just one of us. It took Mummy a few years to become British.

Maybe that’s why Mummy gave him a very English name to integrate him.

Churchill, with a name like that, we know which party he’s in! LOL! If only he could vote. 🙂

We’ve said our bit and now we just wait for the results … God help the hoomans!

Mummy said she was really pleased that I was with her – yes, dogs are allowed inside the polling station where we vote. Mummy said, I helped to make her feel a little better just being there for her.

P.s. We liked having a “May” in Number 10. Hope that wasn’t short-lived. 🙂

May’s comment:  I’ve casted my vote – one lone voice. The British people are deciding our future, the future of our country.

I promised myself I shall not think about any more. I shall not stay up to watch the results, no TV tonight. The last two times I did, they were long, sleepless nights (#Brexit and #USElections). Tonight, I shall dine with friends, drink wine and toast to our future, walk the dogs and to remind myself – we will survive whatever happens. #keepcalmandcarryon

But I beg, please no more voting again for a very long time. I can’t stand the campaigning season. Such rhetoric!!!