In the dogbox

We were enjoying a leisurely breakfast in the lapa when Mr Watson overstepped the mark with his rough play and was told in no uncertain terms that he was out of order.

He looked so forlorn, sitting on his own, knowing that he was in Millie’s bad books.

But by the time I got back from dropping I&S off at the Rosebank market they were pals again.

A great walk done, we stopped for a couple of cold beers when we picked up I&S, and spent the rest of the afternoon/evening in the garden.