Wet run

The faintest whisper of the word walk and Brammle is at the door expectantly. I usually walk him off the lead in the fields, but today I thought I would bring him along on my run around Eaglescairnie. For some mysterious reason he didn't really go for it, kept running away, rolled in something very disgusting (again!) and then abandoned me for another dog walker and her dogs. He fell in step with them and trotted along as if he'd always been a part of their family - with not so much as a backward glance for me. I reluctantly put him on the lead in the end, which didn't make for the best run. Perhaps my shorts put him off.......?