Wow! It was really cold as Sam and I walked Bruno to the poodle parlour. 6 degrees, so my phone was telling me.
We left at 8am. There were like minded dog owners walking their dogs down our street. There was a friend further ahead with her mastiff, at the first corner a black Lab and his owner cut in between us and our friend, with who we never caught up. There was a small black curly coated terrier behind us.
The sun was out shining brightly, but the air had a biting cold sting to it.
We met a cream Groodle (or a Cavoodle, I'm never really sure which is which) named Harvey that it and Bruno had a stand-off. They gazed at each other but didn't move a paw, I wasn't sure if it was love, or fear, not that Bruno ever fears anything.
We got to our appointment on time. There was an Italian greyhound in a coat waiting outside, which it turned out was waiting for its buddy a black puppy Lab in a coat inside.
We left Bruno, he gazed back over his shoulder as he was led away, with 'what's going on' eyes.
We walked home in the cold to breakfast, blackberry croissants, chocolate danishes and coffee.
Later, when we picked Bruno up, he wasn't all wiggles to see us, he just eyed us off as if to say, Really, what was that all about? You've got to love dog's and how unswervingly honest they are.
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