Smelling the flowers.

Today, I've been dog-sitting my daughter's faithful pet, Vinnie. Went for a nice long walk, getting tangled up in the lead, bracing myself for the lunge at any cats en route, and remembering to rein him in when approaching the road. On returning, he was in and out of the back door impatiently waiting for his missus, and finally opted to just chill out and smell the flowers. Vinnie is a Patterdale and getting on a bit now, his beard is going grey, but his coat is a lovely shiny blue-black.