We get the train back home from London today, collect the car (after a bit of trouble with the ticket machine) and then collect the dogs. As a bit of entertainment for all of us I cut the lawn, which nicely exercises both of them.
As is often the case after going in to kennels Doggo goes straight onto hunger strike. I’m never sure if this is actually a protest at being sent way or perhaps a protest at being fetched back home again or maybe he’s just detoxing after the kennels food.
(Monday 6th June)