Photobombed

Another early call from Bailey matched a couple of hours later by another (fairly) early trip to the gym, this time to pound the treadmill with the bestest friend. Bailey was left with the freedom of the house rather then being put into his crate and he didn't seem too traumatised by the experience. He has spent much of the day asleep whilst I worked on various things. We walked twice in the greyness but no rain. On walk number two, I decided  that this rose was brightening the day and Bailey decided that he'd like to be in o the act. 

Still working this evening on Year 7 reports and a task that has been long pondered and still needs to be slept on.