Dancing Deerhound

I took the dogs out when the fog had cleared and the fields were still glistening with the moisure left behind.

Fionne found herself a large stick with which to taunt Brodie and paraded it in front of her. I couldn't resist using this as todays blip, as the tail, leg and stitck all did a salute to the right.

She then proceeded to rub herself in an enormous pile of poo whilst down by the river. That was revolting enough but then she spied a lady with two dogs in the distance. She ran over to them, gave chase to the larger of the two dogs and jumped up all over the lady, who only had words of adoration for her!!

I used to consider myself a reasonable dog owner/handler but since having Fionne, I have to admit to a serious lack of willpower in being strict with her. Things will have to change otherwise, I'm afraid of the consequences, as we're not always going to bump into people that think she's cute.

PS.....I've just seen this image on my phone without the aid of my glasses and seen that she looks like a Swiss army knife. I've been howling with laughter. My silly sense of humour and dreadful eyesight!!!