Useless dog

Woody is here playing his signature game ‘hide the ball find the ball’. Starts with throwing the ball at you, barking until you kick it and then hiding it under a mat before ‘finding it’ again.  And so the long cold nights of winter go on and on.  Enlivened only by spring flowers.  I didn’t manage a walk today but drove the Polo to pick up the Mini in the morning which was my only sight of the world.  Rainy but not cold, lots of phone calls with brothers re parent care. And so the world turns...