Traumatised

Poor Hendricks had a rather traumatic day. Thanks to his typically lazy start this morning, he hadn't even come downstairs, let alone been outside for his ablutions, when... his arch-nemesis the window cleaner arrived!!

Our poor puppy wouldn't come out of our bedroom, only eventually fleeing to take refuge under my desk when it was those windows' turn to be washed. As the window cleaner was doing our neighbours today too, it was late morning before the coast was clear and we were finally able to head out for walkies. 

This is H an hour or two later, sleeping it off and probably having nightmares about watery beasts clawing at the windows. (Note, by the way, the traditional lurcher "knotted legs" position!)