MD and I embark (and his case actually bark) on another morning training run. It goes well. The lead biting is now zero, although we do still seem to have a few ‘other dog’ problems when we meet one.
Then I drive into work and collapse at my desk. I hope he isn’t feeling as knackered as me but then, if he is, he can stay in bed all day. He's not the fittest of border collies. L reckons he’ll need to be stretchered from the finish line on Saturday. He may not be the only one.
He is up for a park session when I get home though. Then I cook whilst L sets about embarrassing my piddling swimming efforts at the pool. Dare I ask how many lengths? Just a mile she says. 64 lengths. Ouch.
(Tuesday 26th April)