Ghost dogs

Kayla met her ghost dogs again today (those white eyes against a black coat seem unearthly to me). She was longing to play, and the female was happy to oblige, but this chap is younger and was in doubt about her intentions, so he kept running away. I was laughing out loud as I watched them hurtling up and down the road, but the action pics aren’t quite up to scratch.


Our delightful guests had to head back to their pastoral duties after a leisurely breakfast and we were sorry to see them go. The rest of the day has been a time of restful inactivity. Rain threatened but thought better of it (to the garden’s distress), and now the hills and houses in the distance have disappeared behind low cloud. Somehow, I don’t think that is translating into rain either.