Faithful friend

My faithful soul dog sat beside me in the byre this morning watching for the rain to stop. By the time the geegees had come to call and reached the gate, it had stopped. All fed and checked over they returned to the field. Except Billy. Billy came a dog walk with me and we crossed the torturous flooded River of crocodiles and death several times. He was very good and had a nibble of some lush grass as reward.

A visit from a couple of friends before time dictated it was approaching work o'clock. 

A bonus of finding Gorgeous at home before I trundled into town for work.