Day Two; Walk Three, and we hit Blyth beach, a five-minute drive from home. It would have new smells, new textures, new boundaries and plenty of other dogs, so we were looking forward to it.
We were less keen, however, when we got to the car and saw the supposed temperature!
We debated whether or not it was too cold to really go, but decided it was better to stick to the routine we’re trying to implement, cold or not. He had his coat, after all.
And so it was, we arrived at the beach, we did ten minutes on the lead and ten minutes off and he seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. His recall was less-than-brilliant, and he soon lost interest in this ball – preferring instead to dance about our feet – but he enjoyed the freedom, I think.
In any event, he slept all the way home. So… Job done.