Pooped Pup

Killer went on his longest walk to date. First stop - a field with horses in it. He didn't quite know what to make of these super-large dogs and decided that retreat with loud barking was in order to show them exactly who was boss.

The next stop was the river. Not quite sure what to make of that either. He splashed around in the shallows and decided that, as that was alright, he could walk a bit further in. Water up to the chest was a new sensation and a bit of a shock, necessitating him plunging his head under the surface to see if it was any different down there.

There then followed a period of manic running about before arriving home and crashing out in a doorway, oblivious to anyone who stepped over him.

Hope he sleeps well tonight. On the upside - he's clean.