Every leaf is sniffed.
Every brick is licked.
Every blade of grass is wee-d on.
Every morning a smelly yellow bag is binned.
Fresh air and blue skies.
Dank, miserable days.
Cold, slippy days.
On far too many days, that grumpy, smelly, darling four legged chap is the reason I get out of bed.
Exciting times, eh?