The morning after...

... the night before. This was Bailey's waking look, captured to send to the little-big sister first thing this morning. He stayed abed whilst I got up and ready but did stir himself to come for a walk around the big block in the wind and eventual rain. I then headed into work for an hour as a favour which wasn't too much of an interruption to a Saturday morning. Home via the supermarket and then in to Bailey in the hope that he didn't want to go out again in the squally weather. We have had two more walks but managed to stay dry on both. Other than that there has been some more watching of Crufts and a bit of a snooze on the sofa.