Good Morning 😊
Drizzly here again.
Difficult walk last night and I'm pondering whether I fall into the category of can't be bothered to train/hooligan dog. The grass on the meadow is now so tall that Brie has turned into Tigger and is going "boing, bounce, boing bounce", leaping about across the field, with the lead firmly clamped between her teeth, leaving me with little option but to follow.
Pavement walking, good as gold, trots nicely alongside us. Get her on the field and the switch flips to "arsing" mode. Aside from restricting her to only road walks forever more I don't know what the answer is.
But anyway, this is adolescence, so complete solidarity with you @Bupster and @YorkshireFelix . It's bloody hard.
I've done a u-turn on the Millies Wolfheart kibble. I got that one wrong. The big, frequent, stinky poo continued so we've concluded it must be the trays of Forthglade and Lifestage, not the kibble. Sorry MW, it seems I maligned you.