You just get a human trained into an acceptable routine and they go and disappear on you.
Fortunately when this one reappeared she remembered the routine - and commented that I was looking somewhat more svelt than earlier in the year (despite the woolly mammoth coat).
Not forgiven but the flattery has been filed.
I endured a face trim, having been told I looked like an "old codger". It does make seeing-out a bit clearer.
Walks (or runs as I now deem them) have been resumed and I've made new k9 social connections; all very politely. There's a bit of bouncing and posturing but no aggressive noises or nastiness. My best meet was Diesel the Rotty. Big softie just wanted to lean on my human.
F says I have to mention that daffodils have appeared in Argyl Park. Daffs smaffs - what do I care? They don't run. They don't have fur or feathers. You can't eat them. I refused to be photographed with them.
Fergus
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