It was still raining steadily when George the big-wet-boxer-blanket and I set off for a three mile nail-trimming walk up Marsh Court Lane.
George will not allow anyone anywhere near his claws, let alone anyone brandishing nail clippers.
Beyond the entrance to Marsh Court House we encountered not one but two flocks of sheep being relocated to fresh pastures. It was a quite a sight in the rain soaked blustery day.
George thought so too.
We had to abandon Plan A and headed onto the marsh instead where he splashed through puddles right up to his middle and I came unstuck in the mud.
24.11.2012
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