Biskit

It was only a couple of minutes before that both pulls had been brought in out of the pending rain when Biskit caught my eye and took his pull back out again.  To cap it all he had already taken the blue one out.  Insufferable,
 
That was after a very pleasant ramble around the freshly harvested filed.  Biskit’s nose hardly came off the ground (see extra) until Mrs W gave him a call.