It's a Vizsla life...

The pup and I were worn out come early evening. He curled up, I read to him... 

As he snoozed the sun tickled through the clouds and the outside warmth grew. I'd been finishing the kitchen project and the smell of concrete sealant in the house wasn't all that great. 

So, we grabbed a handful of cushions, Wendell Berry's Collected Poems, and headed out into the terrace. 

While we waited for our man, we nibbled fresh Peel and Stone carbohydrates, and I aired our last bottle of Fattoria La Vialla's red. 

We wolfed down dinner, and the puppy gleefully presented his lead at our feet. 

Come on then 

We crossed the bridge over towards Colmore Row and St Phillips Cathedral. On the extension lead we stalked pigeons and trotted around the grounds. 

With an eerie dust pending, the city looked so much prettier than normal. For a short breath my heart missed Paris. 

Not for long though, we crossed back over towards home, past the lofts view of the KPMG building. 

We headed up Ludgate Hill towards St Pauls Sq where again, the puppy stalked pigeons and tried his best to break into a run. 

His injured hip is on the recovery, we're allowed to walk minutes more with him and slowly build his strength - all on lead though for now. 

Then up past the Jam House, getting ready to open their doors on this balmy thursday night 

Dishevelled from DIY I maintained my grey tee and trench uniform. Sans make up and a grubby face from all the work cementing the kitchen, I hide beneath wayfarers. 

The shadows grew longer, and we turned back towards home... 

...despite protests from this ball of energy... 

Next week we get to build our walks up to 10minutes. Oh Goody said in a Sheldon Cooper tone.

Back towards the beacon of home little guy... 

For now, with an episode of Big Bang Theory in the background, he and I are going to do a whole lotta this... 

Ah... it's a Vizsla life... 

Goodnight xoxo