Last job

Bailey was determined to go out for his last walk at gone nine tonight - he had some urgent business it turns out. He was equally determined not to come back into the house once I had dead-headed the front pots, I suspect because he had seen a cat. He was 'encouraged' to come in eventually. 

He has been disconcerted for most of the day whilst I have gathered and packed for a trip over to the other side tomorrow. Most of it is now in the car so it's not as if he is reacting to things being lined up in the hall as is usually the case. I'm sure he'll be more than pleased by the end result.