Santa Likes a Clean Dog

Well that’s what I told Geordie anyway. He’s no bother to bath. He jumps in, gets shampooed, showered, then jumps out. He loves getting dried, especially with the hair dryer. So I now have a clean dog.
I thought it best since we are going up to my eldest son’s for Christmas. Hopefully I can go up on Christmas Eve so I’m there in the morning to see my grandchildren open their presents.
We had a good walk this morning, then wrapped the last of the presents, followed by a ball-throwing session in the park.
Alec came round with presents for myself and Geordie. I gave him a selection of home-made treats.
It’s been a much quiet day today. A bit more chilled.