Milo did a 'me' on the beach this morning. He was charging for his ball and forgot about the ropes mooring the boats. He practically bungee jumped right back, quite funny to see. Just hope my fisherman didn't witness my dumb dog. I've managed to buy a ball thrower for Milo. We always used one previously but I couldn't fit it in my suitcase. And my throwing technique is pretty weak, hence Milo has put on a bit of belly weight, added by the fact that the housekeeper is constantly feeding him. So hopefully his muscle definition will return.
Yesterday I painted some garden furniture. Quite therapeutic but a bit blinding painting white on white in the blaring sunshine. This morning I painted some more but this time with green paint, so much easier. Just need to keep nosy Milo out the way or he's going to look like the Irish flag...
My fit fisherman...
Milo watching me paint...
The finished job...
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