L says not to expect her home until late, she has a hardcore session planned tonight. Classes and gym I think. I hope.
I have MD booked in for one of those as well. Hardcore I mean. Dog training is back on, we’re back in the old field. So bang goes the swimming.
Doggo will be doing softcore e.g. a good old bark, a few sniffs, several wees and a dump. Which to him will feel like a hardcore session.
MD is oddly brilliant again and even get praised by the trainer for being ‘up for it’. I’m not sure what’s going on.
On the way home, I rescue L from a violent thunderstorm that they don't actually seem to be having in central Nottingham but that had chased us away from dog training fifteen minutes early.
(Monday 29th September)