inseparable

It’s just past 7.00 and Milo is sitting patiently outside, waiting to be let it.  Although he knows I’m here, it’s not really me he’s interested in - it’s Glyn he’s looking for. 

The routine is always the same; before the walk Glyn makes toast - not for himself, but as a behavioural bribe for the dog.  Not that he needs it.

Then Milo’s let into the house and there’s a bit of rough and tumble as the bonds, severed by night time, are re-established.  He comes over to me for a cursory pat and then it’s back to his master, impatient for the walk he knows is coming. 

And it's down to the Ocean again.  It's going to be a hot one today.