I am most displeased with Dad today. I was sitting bolt upright on my chair, waiting for him to come home from work and take me for my walky. I waited and waited and waited. It started to get dark! Still no sign of Dad. Eventually I heard his key rattle in the door, then in he walked - an hour late!
I hope he is not going to make a habit of this. He made some excuse about clocks going back, but that's rubbish. I don't need clocks to tell me when it's the correct time for my walky!

(dad: here's another shot from yesterday's early morning walk in the hills. there may be a few archive shots on weekdays from now on, as Pooch's evening walk now takes place in the dark!)