Little Things Big Spirit

I spotted these two sausages taking their humans for a stroll along bathers way.   The woman to the right of them was wearing a top which sums up these dogs in my opinion.   They have a big spirit.

We had one when I was a wee girl.  He was a stray that walked into our house and never left.   My dad named him Heini.  Eine klien Heini to be exact.  He had the worst small dog attitude.  He would take on the biggest meanest nastiest dog he could find to do battle.  He would always come off second best too the silly thing.   Summer holidays were always fraught with danger if we were near rabbits.   He would take off after them and we were left to divide up and guard the holes, listening to his bark in the bowels of the earth and grabbing him as he came out.  If we were lucky.   Bless him.

Not much else to report today, it's been a quiet one.