My Shadow

The day after getting back from holidays is always busy, washing to do, bills to pay, cupboards and fridge to restock (teenagers are constantly hungry) and of course the dog to collect from his holiday home.

Logan has been going to this particular 'Hunde Hotel' for 4-5 years now, we tried another one before but the second time we took him there he had to be dragged inside - didn't bode well. At Hilden he runs off pretty much without a backwards glance but when he realised I had come to collect him this morning he almost pulled the kennel maid off her feet (he's a heavyweight) and since coming home has been stuck to my side like glue, covering me in an extra layer of gold fur.