Walking the dog

We don't have a dog but I sometimes think it would be a good way to get everyone out of the house. Especially when we've been stuck in it for too long. Despite being in recovery mode I made the pyjama crew get dressed today in order to have a quick burst of fresh air.

Actually we do have a dog, his name is Brown Dog and he came from Ikea. We have a pack of them in fact. Basil, Spotty Dog, Floppy Dog, Little Dog, Puppy etc, etc. Brown Dog joined us on our fresh air quest. He came in a pushchair held in by a large elastic band. Boy did he have a fast ride on the downward journey home.

Good old Brown Dog, as faithful as ever.