On the cadge

Bailey's got Mum labelled as a soft touch and she sits next to the treat tin. He's still not allowed anything until he's eaten his proper food but he likes to try. He was left to his own devices this morning whilst we went into town. My third trip to the opticians but this one has sorted the problem. Hopefully my second pair won't need this amount of adjustment. 

A supermarket trip once we'd been into town and then I cut the grass after lunch. It was overdue and perhaps not as dry as it could have been but it was a job ticked off. Bailey operated in a supervisory role from the top step.