Mad dogs and photographers.......

Go out in a howling storm. Right. 
I knew from the start that this was going to be an abortive adventure as my ears were past my nose and The Boss was having trouble breathing and seemed to be trying to put a tripod up. 
There was this scrumptious stick but maybe he thought it was going to be in frame as I heard him yelling “Leave It” above the howling and I did, as it was too big anyway. 
Do you realise how difficult it is for a dog in these conditions?
How are you supposed to smell anything? Let alone mark it? It was hopeless and I was relieved when The Boss called it a day and we staggered bark to Suzz and we shifted to another more sheltered site.

That Spanish bloke El Nino has a lot to answer for.

T