Lowry dog

Walked Kayla at the club today after dropping HH off and we met up with Lowry dog and his side-kick, both dripping wet after a dip in the river. He came racing across to see us but was quite wary of Kayla (she does play a bit rough, as little Chacha (here) is discovering, although she more or less holds her own). He was very friendly yesterday, when I was unaccompanied – but still careful not to get close enough to have a collar slipped over his head.
 
The rest of the day has felt chopped up into little bits, fitting a few chores and very little work in between the taxi services and driving back down to Rio. Trying to get a blip and a bit more work under my belt now before heading downstairs for a highly necessary beer.