i just came in from a lunch walk with the pup.
at first he didn't want to walk at all, but preferred rolling around in the sun warmth grass:
then we had our first quarrel, when he wanted to eat something disgusting (and i didn't want him to eat something disgusting). so i ran away from him and sat down to wait around a bend in the path, feeling a little bit bad for leaving the baby pup alone in the woods (but i preferred that to having to touch the disgusting thing to make him spit it out):
when he had apologised we went butterflie hunting on a field:
and now we're back in the office, having coffee and frolic