discovering london: holland park
just back from a proper jaunt with the boggies ard holland park which is incredibly pretty, earthy and, it seems, a bit too not-urban for my dog. Or maybe it’s just that nothing smells familiar. Have to remember that bassets are creatures of habit, and I need to set up a route for them over the next couple of weeks so it all becomes a little less daunting. Misha was quivering like a tuning fork most of the walk, sniffing and shivering; my more laid-back raka sneaking a couple of pebbles and licks at left-over new year reveller’s puke. yech. she is going to lick my face w that same tongue.
