A Bone to Pick

It’s been a fraught few days after I left three fresh bones in the garden for our two pooches. Mistake. Hamish has claimed all three as his, and has been trying to guard all three at once. Teeth and serious growling have both been noticed.

As the coos passed by in the field this afternoon, Hamish was momentarily distracted and had to do some serious barking. The Wee One, Biscuit, scooted in and stole the littlest one for himself. You need to take your opportunities.

It’s been a busy day with a visit to The Smithy for breakfast and a visit from a lovely couple from Dumbarton. A walk down memory lane and lots of laughter..

I miss parish life.