Overcast, under starter's orders

"Sun's come out, George," I'd said. "Let's get the dog out." 

Minutes later, the skies had started turning the colour of lead. Didn't seem to dampen Stella's enthusiasm though. As she thundered across the golf course chasing her ball, she pounded the ground like a racehorse.

That said, her breathing was more like a steam engine. 

Using the harness meant I could walk her without being pulled over. Very much a good thing.