C, D and dogs
Bells and I had a lovely time at Lucy Fishers' 40th birthday last night, held at our fantastic local pub the Earl of Spencer.
Due to that, we were feeling a little ropey this morning. Bells suggested a sure-fire cure (after a cappuccino for me)- a stomp around Wimbledon Common.
The unintended consequence was C losing his aversion to dogs (D still has it a little, but that's due to her relative size, I think).
As we approached a small pond there, a lady walking her lab arrived. C then proceeded to spend a good chunk of time throwing an old tennis ball out into this lake for this black lab to retrieve. Over and over. And over.
The lab would drop it right at his feet, and C became less and less afraid of reaching right down to the labs mouth and picking it up.
Even said "I want a dog when D is older..."
After that, D led the charge into the woods and up the trees.
Due to that, we were feeling a little ropey this morning. Bells suggested a sure-fire cure (after a cappuccino for me)- a stomp around Wimbledon Common.
As we approached a small pond there, a lady walking her lab arrived. C then proceeded to spend a good chunk of time throwing an old tennis ball out into this lake for this black lab to retrieve. Over and over. And over.
The lab would drop it right at his feet, and C became less and less afraid of reaching right down to the labs mouth and picking it up.
Even said "I want a dog when D is older..."
After that, D led the charge into the woods and up the trees.
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