Tongue and groove

...and drip.

Gus on the Helm, taking a breather before resuming his duties keeping Rowan rounded up. Both of them were panting furiously by the end of the walk, Rowan from chasing his ball, Gus from chasing Rowan. Gus has no interest in balls, but interestingly he was anticipating the throwing of it, setting off before his "flock" and in the right direction.

A quick blip tonight. The cold has had a resurgence over the last couple of days, and with the demands of work, I am exhausted this evening. Thank you for all the stars and hearts for the Highlands, I will catch up with comments eventually.