What, me? Move?

Out early today, with snow forecast. It was slightly sunny then, and anyway I wanted to finish getting the grass cut. The last two days I took Norwestie on a route march through the woods, so now we went for a potter on the shore.

Suddenly she decided she didn't want to go anywhere at all. This is the stubborn look after I backtracked nearly 100 yards. Eventually she shifted, but I had to make an issue of it. Dogs, eh?