Saturday, 26 March 2016

Washy striding out

Wash still isn't exactly happy in his jacket, but he tolerates it and loves going out. He's been taking us for walks all over the place.  He particularly insists on going into the hen paddock, specifically so he can get to (what's left of) the catnip under the pampas.

  He's such a 'Nephead that he doesn't even bother to move when the hens come to investigate.

He's been all over the place, sniffing, probing, checking what's been going on.



Yesterday he stretched up, apparently to sharpen his claws on a low hanging Forsythia branch.  It occurred to me that he might try and use it as a stepping-branch to reach the top of the fence, and a split second later that's exactly what he tried to do.

His back leg is healing well, but it's stiff. The combination of that, and Jacky, put paid to that malarkey. He hung there by his front paws for a couple of seconds before giving in and letting himself drop.

That was a long (and tedious for me) walk.   I've now invested in one of those recoiling dog leads, in the hope that I might be able to sit on a chair for part of the "walk" in future.

Mm. We'll see.

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