So, we had an interesting walk this afternoon. OK, it was wet and windy, and a few leaves landed on our heads. Also, it got dark really quickly which made it quite spooky in the woods. Still, I was up for a nice walk, shame about can't poo, won't poo, my two boxers.
Can't poo has had a bad tummy this week, most likely due to something he shouldn't have eaten. I think it might be the acorns near the summerhouse, but it could be anything, and he has eaten far worse! He seems to be over it now, but hasn't eaten very much today, hence not much poo.
Won't poo is just being difficult. OK, I admit I did splash water on his bum, but the puddle looked so inviting in my wellie boots. And I did kick a big pile of leaves in his general direction; they made a whoosh noise, which could have sounded like a deer in a pile of leaves, but wasn't. Anyway, that meant that he refused to do a poo for the entire walk, but promptly farted in the hall when we got home. Nice one.
Sometimes I think that these dogs see the walk as necessary for my well-being, not theirs. They could be right.