waiting... waiting...

Poor puppy, we didn't go out on a walk as soon as I returned home from work as usual.

Instead, I mowed the back lawn (or rather, collection of weeds pretending to be a lawn). It was very long (knee high) and Kane didn't like walking through it.

After the mowing, I prepared dinner in the oven, and then we went on a walk to the shops. It was dark by then, and our shop walk was in lieu of the big block walk.