Disdain

Bailey isn't keen on me having time on my hands. Nor is he keen on the idea of being dressed up (even the suggestion of it means he can't make eye contact as evidenced in the extra.) He was already damp after our walk this morning and had dried himself off on the carpet after I'd done my best with his towel before he was made to wear his Christmas hat. 

Very little else done today of any real worth. I finished a book and Bailey slept in various locations. There will be some packing preparations tomorrow which will cause him concern but a present exchange at some point will definitely cheer him up.