Puddles

On the day when I said goodbye to Whiskey, for the time being, as well as Roam and Shenny, of course, as they begin their big campervan adventure. 

Other than lunch and dinner, and treats, I think puddles are Whiskey's favourite thing in the whole world. He loves to run ahead to look for them, plonking himself down proudly in the middle when he finds one. The strange thing is, though, when it comes time to have a bath when he gets home, he's nothing like so keen on the water. He seems to far prefer it be brown and cold rather than clear and warm!

I was completely oblivious to it, but there must have been a hell of a lot of rain that fell during the night. The moor was awash with water. Whiskey was in his element. He's for sure going to miss it here.