Doc advised daily walks to stem further physical decomposition. But walking without canine company is boring. So, a couple of months back, I lashed out on a Westie pup. Thought of calling the impish bundle of mischief Rabies. Or maybe Pavlov. But opted for a rather boring Hamish instead. I'd forgotten the negative aspects of puppy ownership, such as puddles and poo indoors. And chewed furniture, clothes, bedclothes, door frames and various other items. Anyway, touch wood, we seem to be over the worst bit now. However, he's taken to rolling in cow and deer poo. Smelly! So he gets hosed down in the shower. Seems to think it's a fun game. Ah well, c'est la vie.
And another day out!
2 days ago