Today is one of those days when you just know you are going to have to get out the gloves and scarves very soon and argue with Keith about when to put the heating on. He likes it on sooner rather than later, whilst I benefit from my own personal 'central heating.' Paddy was in one of his 'pulling on the lead' moods, which necessitates frequent stops in an effort to get him to walk at my pace by my side, which, as he should know by now, is what all good, sensible dogs do. When he pulled madly to reach a couple of dogs ahead, he retaliated to being stopped by barking and whining, so all in all, I was quite glad to get home.
Generally, when we get home he gets a small treat. Today, I didn't think he deserved it but I got out his usual dental minty chew stick and he sat there expectantly.
"This is not a treat, Paddy," I explained, "You haven't been good enough today, so this is purely for your dental hygiene."
"Yes, I think he understood that," said Keith.