Still Here

I'm still doing alarm-clock for F and her spare human 5 or 6 days a week (7 if they are lazy about getting up on Sundays).  Frost seems to delay their start of day some days. Yesterday it was frost laid down overnight topped by a dense fog that rolled in after daybreak.  That hung around chilling bones until the sun rose above the hill about 1045 and burned all the white stuff away.

F calls this "the sausage roll" - I prefer to tuck my head in…

… like this

Turning up late can be a bit of a lottery - some days there is porridge in my bowl, some days the humans have eaten all the porridge and left none for me.  

I levy a higher rate of cheese tax if there's no porridge.

School holidays this week mean that although my human sisters are home, my humum is tearing about doing stuff to entertain them and I don't get to go along. 

Never mind there are builders to supervise at F's place and the days have turned sunny again so I can nap in the middle of F's paddock, or yip at the builders to play football with me.

Fell down in a recent storm - well rotten

Humans take some rather candid photos (how dare you?)

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