The Heron...

Landed in the lake just as Alfred and I approached on our midday walk.  Blip done (a bit blurry, but still...), I headed off with Alfred for a meeting with colleagues to work out the work plan for the next few months.  Then home and soon I'm off to yoga.  Alfred, deliciously full after his early evening meal, is off to settle on his beanbag until 8 pm on the dot, when he'll be down for his chicken breast supper... :-)

The 'Spring Stripping of the Border' - a strenuous undertaking requiring much patience and knee pads, is to take place on Saturday morning...  It may turn out to be an anticlimax as far as a photo is concerned though, as Alfred is less and less tolerant of the procedure and I can only 'tidy him up' as opposed to giving him the full works, and having him transformed to the grooming standards of the Border Terrier Club... ;-)

Woof!  Phew. Just a trim then.  Good.  That's all I'm up for.  I'm a scruff 'in the rough'.  That's who I am.  I like it that way.  Take it or leave it.  I'm coming up to twelve years old and the days of me allowing you to strip my coat to within half a centimetre of my skin for the sake of 'breed standards' are well and truly over... . Try at your peril... Woof!
Alfred.  :-)