Surprise

...or no surprise.

I'm late ... again.

It would have come as a complete surprise to me if Hector had walked past his favourite puddle - yes that's what it is even though it looks like a small lake. It has taken up residence in a corner of one of the fields over which we (H and I) take our exercise twice a day. I walk, he runs.

This is one port of call he never misses...which means that I get to dry him off when we get home.

I believe that this is known as a fair distribution of labour...in the canine world at least.

(Surprise, could I suppose, be the reasonable quality of blip one can get from an iPhone...apart from the specular highlights that is)