Very seasonal weather we've been having lately. Unshifting clouds of fog, and frosty mornings. Myself and Jack both have been making the most of it.
All the weather forecasts predict that there is heavy snowfall on the way for this part of the country. I look forward to finding out what he'll make of that.
We recently spent a long weekend in a holiday cottage down in Cornwall. Jack came along too. One afternoon we took him down to the coast near Par to walk along the beach.
Previously he'd indicated that having sand underfoot was the main point about beach walks, the sea only provoking minimal investigation. He seemed quite interested in the sea this time, enough to indulge in some fairly enthusiastic paddling. Perhaps the abundance of weed and rock pools drew him in. No swimming though, he still draws the line firmly at armpit depth.
Sadly it didn't work out with Charlie, I had to return him to the shelter.
He'd settled in well and improved in behaviour in almost every way, apart from one significant lingering problem. He developed a growing tendency to bite people, quite unpredictably and increasingly without offering any warning prior to the strike. It was a difficult decision to finally make, as aside from this most anti-social and hard-to-treat of dog misbehaviours he was good company, and I miss having him around the office in the day.
Jack has taken it in good spirits though. I rather get the impression that he views this as some kind of promotion.
