Butter wouldn't melt

A walk with Doggo to Eaglescairnie. I kept him on the lead as the last few times we've walked he has wandered off in the opposite direction. No amount of calling will make him come. He trots away, head held high, completely ignoring me. When I finally catch up with him and he directs his big brown eyes to me it's as if butter wouldn't melt...

When Brammle was a puppy he ran into this clearing with the bee hives and then ran immediately out with his nose double the size from some bee stings!

Mum was discharged from hospital today after another scare with her heart. It's a worry, but I am so glad she's home.