The day that I couldn’t find the lead rope was a good day. Because it meant that I had to order another lead-rope. The day after the new lead-rope arrived in the mail, the old one mysteriously showed up. But I didn’t need to mention that because we all knew that this was going to happen. It was good that the old one showed up though, this meant that I didn’t need to double it up any longer as the dog lead also. Now he can have his own lead.
I clipped Brandy on the new lead-rope the day it arrived. Same colour, same feel, no probs.
Just didn’t have the smell of the dog on it.
Duh!
