I took my mum's deaf old westie (she's 14) out for a walk this evening. Me and the dog have a good arrangement when I walk her - I wait patiently while she plods along at old lady pace and sniffs everything and she waits patiently while I'm on my knees amongst the long grass looking for grasshoppers and beetles, stalking the bird life or taking macros of mosses and so on. I looked up from grasshopper hunting and saw her across the grass, just staring at me, willing me to get up and walk on!
She really needs a shave, it's so hot, she must be slowly cooking in that fur!
