Hiding

A was running late this morning, so I took Django out for the most unpleasant dog walk I've ever been on. It had rained all night, and the Estate hasn't been dry recently, to say the least. At one point I had to fetch a ball whose flight Django had missed, and I slid down a muddy bank on my behind! He still had a good time and, as he does, when we get near the gate to the Estate, he tried to hide in a broom or gorse bush. Or maybe it's just a game, because he's terrible at hiding!

So, after Monty Python, "Here is a dog, trying not to be seen!"