Here comes another one, just like the other one.
Did the dog walk first thing in the morning, went to our usual spot just outside Guildford. We walk there because it's where my dog guy lives, so after the walk I can drop Murdoch off for the day. As I'm going on holiday on Friday and Murdoch will be staying there, I hadn't planned to put Murdoch in this week, instead having the charming little idea that he'd stay at home, all snuggled up and happy to see me when I came home in my lunch break.
Unfortunately, Murdoch had other ideas and the little ingrate legged it up the driveway after our walk and sat outside the garage looking desperately hopeful until I used my key and popped him in his usual crate. Traitor.
To make matters worse, I had a text from my dog guy in the afternoon forewarning me that Murdoch had rolled around in something unspeakable. He'd been hosed off once, and then on the next walk DID IT AGAIN. Sigh.
Now one of the nice things about Murdoch is that in the usual way of things, he's quite self cleaning. So it's been quite literally years since I had to give him a bath. What a palaver. I blew the dust off the bottle of dog shampoo, ran the water until it was nice and warm and plonked Murdoch into the bath. He sat among the bubbles looking glum while I flannelled him off. At one point he tried to make a break for it, but mostly he sat looking like something out of an RSPCA advert while the water he sat in slowly turned black.
There then followed a sequence of me chasing him around our tiny bathroom with a towel while he tried to shake off all over everywhere. I'm counting this entire episode as crosstraining.
After this gentle warm up, I went out to meet up with my running group to lead our Tuesday night session, a gentle chatty run up the river to Shalford and then back to Broadwater Park for a total of 3.5 miles.
And that was Tuesday 3rd June.