You just can't beat fifteen minutes of early morning sun coupled with a post breakfast doze before the serious business of the walk.
If the sun is out Barney is to be found hogging his private quadrant of sunlight on the top landing, only shifting as the sun rises higher and moves around. The act of moving involves no more than rolling over, after briefly lying with his legs in the air.
Meanwhile Minnow is either downstairs hoping for some burnt toast crusts or hunting for rats in the back garden, well someone has to do all the work.
It's a dog's life.
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