not wagging but drowning

I went for a proper swim in the Tamar today. There's a poem I know that describes the situation I found myself in. Lily, who is a very good swimmer came to see if I needed any help. As if!

mother love

mum receiving some affection. I should point out that the only things edible in this picture are the gardening gloves on the table. Boss's hole in one ball is apparently inedible although he has never allowed us to test this out. Have thought about eating bird table.

call me vain

I have had this photo taken to show the very fetching grey sheen I am developing as I mature. I am looking rather handsome if I may say so.

lurcher lout

Harriet has been at the beer again, I'm shocked.

spot's return

goodbye Morocco, hello world. Fiona and John came to stay for a week and we were very sorry to see them go only for old grumpy to come back. Now there's no more jumping up, running about barking or refusing to get into cars. I will persuade boss to get out and start snapping, so to speak, away.

I'm back !!!!!

love Spot

holidays

this dog is so laid back it hasn't moved for three years!! and now it's got a thrush.

see you soon