Perfect Day

Kirsty MacColl version. I miss Kirsty MacColl so often.

Well, so far I have been perfect. In every way. I walked up the crag on my lead and when I got to the top I did not flirt too much with Harvey the Beagle and I did not jump up at Tony the owner of aforementioned beagle.

Just a perfect a day. Problems all left alone.

I played frisbee! (For the first time in three weeks!) I loved playing it. I chased all and brought them back. aprecious was so chuffed - I could tell.

It's such a perfect day. I'm glad I spent it with you.

I didn't eat poo. I didn't pull. And I didn't shout at the drain men (much).

I have a new bone. I am chewing it now and I am a very happy dog.

You're going to reap just what you sow.

Mind, it is only 10am.

I know this isn't properly and 100% focused but I really really like how full of beans she is in it and how much she enjoyed being off the lead and running free and chasing her frisbees - there were no sheep (although we do have two rams in our garden) and no nonsense. And I think I slept quite well. For me.