Crossing the bridge

Must be a brotherly thing.

Although separated by a few hundred miles me and Smithski are both at home to the Black Dog.

In such circumstances best not to inflict yourself on other people so a long walk with the long skinny dog (Bonnie the whippet) rather than sitting at home with the black one is in order.

Even the sunshine and shadows isn't working.

Ah well tomorrow is Monday - that's bound to cheer me up!