It's Time To Turn Nasty.

L's still a bit under the weather so I take the dogs out this morning, where the real weather starts flurrying with snow but it's all too brief. We've had all this cold weather and we're still got none of the white stuff to show for it. How depressing.

As it's my first day back after New Year it's predictably mad at work which is made worse by the fact that I'm due at the other end of the world, e.g. Maidstone, tomorrow.

We're both back at our doggie classes tonight. First, though L has to make it back from a tight schedule involving getting the kids to the dentist but all goes well, so she is back in time. Everyone is given a clean bill of health. Even Son whose teeth haven't made an acquaintance with a toothbrush inside the last four years, which flies in the face of all the advice you are given and it's not as if he avoids sugary foods and drinks because he doesn't. Baffling.

It's MD's last class tonight before his exam next week. He seems ok on most of the obedience type stuff it's just this 'brushing' business that might cause him to come unstuck. He can't bare the sight of a brush and he has to be groomed as part of his test. He's had intensive training in this over Christmas, using the 'being nice' and plying him with treats approach, which has been, largely, a failure. It's time to turn nasty. Well that's the approach the dog trainer takes. I think she growled at him and now he's fine. He'll let you do almost anything. Wow. Wonder if it works on women too.