This is a photo of me and Pickles on a happy day. It was a day when I was well rested and had energy. I was smiling.
It was not a day when Pickles needed to wee at 4:30 AM and so she barked and barked and barked until I came downstairs to open the door. Nor did she sniff the entire back garden at 4:30 AM to find JUUUUST the right spot for her ablutions. No, it wasn’t a day like that. Because if it had been, I wouldn’t have been walking in the park for an hour. I would have been short tempered and gloomy and Pickles would have gotten a very quick walk around the back field in the afternoon.