Saturday in London was such a glorious day, wasn't it? I woke up early, had some breakfast and packed Molly into the car to drive to Siobhan's house for lunch and for a bit of a doggy play-date. I don't know what I was expecting, but I did not realise that Siobhan would make the most delicious lunch of all time!
We chatted for hours, as we always do when we get together. We talk about the tough personal stuff, shared the good times, dreams for the future and we all give each other advice on various creative and personal projects. It's so wonderful to have such a group of supportive friends who just get what you're going through, and are always full of wisdom and encouragement.
Molly has been forgetting her training lately. She's kind of going through a difficult phase at the moment, maybe it's a rescue dog thing? Anyway, she got on with Elkie just fine and we just need to work on not jumping on other people's furniture the minute we walk into their house - something she would never do at home. Sorry for the muddy footprints, Siobhan...
And because it was such a beautiful day, we decided to head to the park to let the dogs run off some of their energy. Molly loved having a gallop around a new park in the sunshine, and thankfully she didn't start her whole not-coming-when-I-call-and-running-in-the-opposite-direction thing until two days later, otherwise she may have found herself very lost. Anyone have any advice on working with a dog who has always been perfectly behaved, and then suddenly... isn't?