Let's go home

The next morning I’m up first and check outside the lodge for any sign of rabbits. There aren’t and I let Milo off our gated decking to do what dogs do first thing in a morning. Apparently Milo and I have differing views about what dogs should do first thing in a morning. I expected a bit of leg cocking. Milo’s first thought is to pick up where he left off with the rabbit chase. Not a rabbit in sight mind you. Nonetheless he’s off like a rocket. Through the bushes, across the neighbouring lodge’s garden down to the river. Back under the lodge to the next lodge, through some more bushes and disappears out of sight. I’m shouting in a whisper “Milo, this way”, it’s too early to do one of my whistles, whilst slipping down the steps wearing my pyjama tee shirt top (short sleeve) my pyjama shorts and the first shoes that were handy, my brown leather ones with the smooth soles and not laced up. The ground is soaking with a heavy dew as I set off slipping and sliding to try and sight Milo and usher him back. Once convinced the area is clear of rabbits he returns back onto the deck. He looks at me as if to say “did you see any, I didn’t”. I’m now shivering stood on the deck with wet cut grass all over my brown leather shoes and Milo still hasn’t done what I let him out to do.
We pack up the car having had a great couple of days in Wales and set off on the journey home.