Walking the dawg….

We have Mac here for the week and one of my pleasures is walking the dawg……

When he was a younger dog, Mac was a terrible puller on the lead, but he’s been trained well since I last looked after him and now, he’s as good as gold. We trotted along on the pavement as leisurely as you like this morning, and then we made a bid for the fields. Oh my!! He was as happy as happy. And I wasn’t far behind either. Although the frost was just clearing, the sun was shining and it was the most lovely walk. so we made the most of it and took the long way round. Bliss.

Here’s the happy dog, half way round:

and here he is, post-walk, flat out…….. good job there’s no picture of me!!

Other than dog-walking, I am not sure quite what we have done today. John has spent a good while in the garage. When I asked him how he’d got on, he replied, “Not bad. I put two bolts on, anyway.” I think he might have been playing down his achievements – although he did say that it took him 45 minutes to find the actual bolts…. so maybe not?

I tackled a bit of ironing this afternoon while I watched trash on TV, and then it was the Grand National. I love this time of year in some ways. It’s bitter-sweet. My father was staying with us after he’d had his stroke and we sat and watched the Boat Race and then the Grand National together. He wasn’t able to speak, but I definitely knew which team he wanted to win the Boat Race and which horse he’d have had his money on. So it brings back memories and reminds me of how I miss my Dad.

Mac and I had another little jolly round Katharine’s Wood just before tea-time and he made me laugh. There were two collies, both chasing after a ball that was being catapulted from a dog-ball-launcher, and he was desperate to join in. I am sure he would have been fine but, because he’s not my dog, I am loth to let him off the lead, so he had to watch instead. He was a very good boy though, and came along when I told him.

This evening, we all crashed out in the lounge and watched what I call quality TV. It was a documentary about Morecombe and Wise. Fabulous. They were an amazing double act, weren’t they? We had a laugh as we watched the programme.

Take care everyone. God bless. Avoid the crowds…..