Harry is going stir crazy confined as he is to short lead walks, all he really wants to do is go for a good long romp in the fields, have a really good sniff around and maybe eat a blade of grass or two.
We took him to a coffee shop this morning to try and alleviate his boredom and he was so happy just to lie there and watch. Every time someone new came in they were scrutinised, then if he liked the look of them, they were treated to a furious wag of his tail. Harry could spend hours under any table, in any coffee shop, just people watching.
When we got home he lay in his bed and stared at us, willing us to take him out again. He was all, I’m going crazy with this new routine! Why can’t we go out again? Why can’t I go running in the woods. Why? Why? Why?