Your mother warned you there'd be days like these

Today I have mostly been walking - or at least that's what my feet are telling me. After I took the dogs out this morning I had to go into Leamington (funny how there were so many parking spaces where I usually have to hunt on a working day, but I needed to go to the top of the town today) to assess a dog for rehoming. Trying to get an overview of of a dog with problems and deciding how serious they are isn't an easy task. This particular dog's main problem seems to stem from poor socialisation and ill-treatment from before he was picked up as a stray some years ago and rehomed through a national organisation, and has left him wary of men and definitely dog-aggressive. His aggression coupled with total lack of recall means that his owner's afraid to let him off the lead, which in turn makes him hyper with pent-up energy, which makes him pull on the lead and makes walks a misery ... Catch 22. The problem's come to a head because the owner's teenage son, who used to do most of the walking, is now confined to a wheelchair following an accident, so the living-room is being converted to a bedroom for him, and the poor woman is at her wits' end. I do hope we can help them.

After that, and walking my dogs again, instead of test-driving a car (the jammed central locking still won't let anyone get in), we did three canalside caches as the weather was so lovely. My pedometer (FTF reward last weekend - thanks Wombles!) tells me I've done over 16,000 steps today.

Favourite current single: McFly's "All About You".