We're good, thanks! Haven't been posting much as frankly I'm knackered - there's a festival here this weekend in which people dress up, and given that Bill doesn't much like hats, I've been avoiding the town as he'll lose his mind. So every morning this weekend we've gone to the Common instead, and quite often a bit further - I think we're averaging 6-8 miles before breakfast. My Fitbit tells me we've done 20,000 steps already today and I've yet to take him out for his evening walk.
It's actually been a tricky few weeks in some ways and really good in others. Just to recap, Bill had a few weeks after I went away where he was really quite reactive, and had lost all his recall - I thought it might be that he was tired and stressed (plus both of his besties had left while we were away). Then we had a couple of incidents, first where he was nipped by an entire male while wrestling at the dog park with a little round spaniel, then charged at by an off-lead entire male bulldog when we were on an embankment and had nowhere to go. For a while there he was super-reactive and walks were a bit of a grim horror wherever we went; I got a referral from the vet to a behaviourist and we're due to see them next week. He's also had really itchy paws and the last few days a very sore eye as well. Our one-to-one training sessions were also a bit of a trial as there are still swoopy birds and he struggled to even hear his own name.
Anyway, on Friday evening, he ate about three dinners, and woke up like a different dog - walked past an entire male 10m away on the Common without any trouble at all. I've pinned down his itchiness to the dodgy dental sticks a friend of ours was handing him - they're like crack cocaine for dogs but the ingredients are all miscellaneous derivatives, and I reckon there's dairy derivatives in there somewhere, which he's allergic to. And Saturday's 1-1 session was fabulous. I mean, we did have to tether him again to a very heavy picnic table, but once he worked out no swoopy-bird-chasing was happening he decided he might as well work for sausage. So right now we're doing okay.
Pictured: my darling nobhead, his lion, and his magnificent booty.