Not So Peachie

Probably the darkest, and dampest August days I can remember.

If I'd had a choice I'd have pulled the duvet over my head instead of getting up this morning. However I had an appointment with little Breagha. We were booked into a "walking on the lead" workshop with our local dog trainer.

With Mrs. Tonto in bed with a cold, Breagha and I set off for a morning of standing in a sodden field with seven other dogs (plus owners) all going through their paces. It rained constantly.

The wee girl did very well despite the weather and we have lots of homework to do.