Waffles, the enormous Belgian sheepdog we’re looking after, was totally manic today, bounding around the house before we were even fully awake. Walking him to school with the girls didn’t use up any of his energy and he spent the whole day following us round the house and wanting to play. I even tried running him around the park to wear him out but he just succeeded in tripping me up so I could narrowly avoid smashing my face on the ground. Wonderful dog.
We couldn’t go outside to play with his ball, so we had a tug of war inside, which means I got to hold a saliva-soaked stuffed toy while he gripped the other end in his teeth and gave me a terrifying stare. Wonderful, wonderful dog. I’m thankful I still have all my fingers …