Day 57
I’ve decided Ella must simply the wrong kind of dog. Come rain or shine she wants to go out for a walk. At least twice a day. Hail can be battering the roof of the boat and the wind blowing you off your feet but she still has wagging tail, lolling tongue and doeful eyes.
So many other people seem to have dogs that only want walking in nice weather. At the weekend. On a sunny Sunday afternoon we’ll see a lot more dogs and their owners than a wet mid-week evening. It’s not fair, I want a fair weather dog.
