Poor wee soul......

A beautiful day again today. And, at last there was a breeze to go with the sun, which meant no clegs!

Zonino!

Poor Dimairt - visit to the vet today to get his sore leg looked at. It is a wee bit of a mystery, and the vet decided to go with anti-inflammatory tablets for a week. If this doesn't help, we may have to do other stuff. Here's hoping. The poor wee soul can hardly walk, and he tries SO hard to chase the postman and the tourists, and then realises that he can't, and yelps and falls over. It's hard; you can't explain to a dog why he should rest.

This is him resting - at last.