So I listened to what my underexercised dogs were praying for, and we went for a ball game - later than I planned because I remembered today was 45lbs of frozen meat, 50 day old chicks and a sack of cat litter delivery day, and I had to wait till they'd been and gone.

Unfortunately, only Spike got to actually play ball because a bunch of kids turned up with a football of their own. Once upon a time this would have meant up to half an hour to persuade Spike to give the kids' football back and be leashed and taken away - possibly the price of a new ball too, depending on his excitement level, but he's long since outgrown his pitch-invasion days.

But Squish has developed a fear of footballing kids and he wanted to leave, so we left. I took them round the top end of the park and he enjoyed rooting through hedges and he was smiling when we came home, so it wasn't a total let-down for him. Bloody summer holidays. I'll have to work out what times they're not there and plan accordingly. And work on desensitising. It's quite a recent thing. Odd dog.

Am a bit worried (in a paranoid overprotective way) about Spike's wrist. The ground was soft but he slipped a couple of times in a way I didn't entirely like. I've let him get horribly unfit.
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