Having just squeezed past George to get to my desk I am reminded of the words of the dog trainer that I took Harvey to when he was a puppy.
Imagine these words with a slight German accent. 'Never step over and walk around a dog. If he is in your way make him move. You must show him who is boss.'
How can I disturb him when he's dozing and comfy? Poor little thing.
You can read the full story of the nightmare that was dog training classes here.
Anyway, I went to the woods with Nuora and the grandchildren yesterday. Younger Son was leading a stool-making workshop and cooking pizza. (We went in time for the pizza.)
But when we arrived it was pouring with rain and he had decided to skip the pizza so people could finish their stools and get home. GrandSon4, however, was determined to show me the fairy doors so off he and I set through the mud and very wet rain.
He had only been there once before but he knew exactly where to go. 'Not that way. No fairy doors that way.' And he was right.