I love my dog. He is awesome. He’s also a bird poo eating idiot but an awesome idiot. I want my dog to have the best doggy life he can. I will deal with vet trips, smelly poos, dog drool, random barking, training, over excited owl cushion humping, the lot.
We have a small yard so it’s great that we have so many parks near us. His every day walk is to St Michael’s wood where he can chase pigeons, try to make friends and roll in fox poo until his heart is content. There is only one problem. While I prepared for his every need and whim, I forgot to prepare for mine. Lead? Check! Harness? Check! Poo bags? Check! Keys? Check! Waterproof shoes for human walking the pampered canine Lord and Master? Erm…
I have done five months of dog walking in trainers. Trainers I used to love, that are now ruined. Why are they ruined? Because every day they get wet, because even if it doesn’t rain grass gets covered in dew. I swear I am a bright woman and I know this but I have been risking trench foot for nearly half a year. Eejit.
Today that is over because I have wellibobs!! And I can legitimately call them wellibobs because they are sold as wellibobs. Wellibobs, wellibobs, wellibobs. They are from Joules and they are fabulous. If you have mini feet like mine you can get kids ones and they are brighter and gorgeous.
So now, I am singing the song of fizzy delightedness over wellibobs. That poor dog is going to get walked to death.