Woke early, jumped up at Jaq’s bed and whimpered. She rolled over and made out she couldn’t hear me. Tried again a little later. This time success and I’m out the back door for a quick toilet break, while checking for foxes.
Morning walk is different. We cross the Green pause at a cafe (treats for me – result), and then walk the towpath and back across my regular park and home. Hot and thirsty and need to rest (once I’ve secured a treat, obviously).
Resting all afternoon due to the heat (weird, I know, seeing as this is London, England – land of rain and terminal greyness).
Fun times continue, as late afternoon we head out once again, and we’re off to the pub – somewhere all British dogs love. Family had a few drinks while I rested under the table, and then they stopped off at a Chinese takeaway. I beg for bones, obviously.
I’m now on my nightly fox-watch. It has to be done. Those pesky foxes are on my territory and I can’t let it lie.