I took this photo yesterday. As I was find the walk a bit much, (hay fever and tight chest), I stopped to sit on a bench. George insisted on staying with me. Tonight I got wheezy again so Dad put his lead on while I went to wait in the car. He said George kept looking back though. I did feel bad about that.
Yesterday, he had a good nose around the bottom of the big oak tree. He greeted dogs when they came past, then got their ball. He was a good boy though and gave them back. One of the owners threw it for him a couple of times.
He does like a biscuit so I carry some Lilly's kitchen ones in a mustard tin. Also a bottle of water and plastic pot. Here he is giving me the puppy dog eyes. He was so happy the rain had stopped. He doesn't mind getting his undercarriage and paws wet, but hates being rained on.