On Friday afternoon I had the hare-brained idea that Wimpole Hall would be a good location to walk Isla in relatively calm and peaceful surroundings. This failed miserably on two counts: firstly, I didn't realise that the schools were still on holiday, meaning that there were kids everywhere; and, secondly, the grounds were so waterlogged that only the main gravel car park was open. This soon filled up, of course, meaning that there was a queue to get in - even at lunchtime. Isla was a little worried by the noise of the cars and the number of kids running around, but eventually we managed to cajole her into the (relatively empty) area in front of the hall. At this point she started to enjoy her walk.
For a labrador, Isla is a bit of a wuss when it comes to water. Puddles have to be avoided at all costs, and she really doesn't like rain
at all. Still, the occasional Gravy Bone as a bribe did seem to help a bit.
She was glad to be back in the safety of our crate after such an exhausting outing. What cruel and thoughtless humans she's been saddled with...
Vital statistics at 13 weeks old:
Weight: 8.2kg
Situation with cats: Desperately frustrated that they won't play with her, so there is much barking and jumping around in an attempt to spur them into action. Needless to say, it doesn't work...
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