Watching For the Postie

I enjoy walking Breagha at lunchtime as it breaks up the working day, I get some fresh air and she gets to run around like a loony. But she has a sore bit on one of her back pads so all the exercise she got this lunch time was me throwing the ball up and down the hall for her.

She has a great dislike for anyone in flourescent jackets and has a particular ill will at the poor postie. Despite having met him on numerous occasions, he always gets the same welcome - growl, woof, woof-woof-woof (getting louder and louder). We now have a box on the side of the house for the mail as it was continually being ripped to shreds, and there was a fear she would do herself an injury as she was throwing her whole body against the door when the post popped through! Nutter!

Here she is sitting on the top of one of the chairs looking out the window. I think she has just seen a red bag in the distance. Postie Alert!!

Had to add this - Just had a man in a green jacket at the door - much barking - there is a gas leak in the street and they have to dig upand repair tonight- bang bang bang - sleeping at the back of the house tonight!