Fallen leaves

This time of year is full of memories of Pepper our lovely old lab/collie, who loved us kicking the fallen leaves up into the air for him to chase. It was hard to pass them by without him making a fuss. Henry on the other hand doesn’t play that sort of game [although he does like to wee in my piles of leaves I’ve raked up in the garden]. He prefers to hide bones in the most unusual places in the house, like my laundry basket!