Brenda gets about a bit

I follow a thread on Facebook called Collieology that mostly featured a collie sheepdog called Sean. He was a bit of a lad and enjoyed chasing his cobbies and joining his mates down the pub. He was very good with the woollies as he called them and would brook no nonsense.

Sometimes the thread would digress to the escapades of the likes of Tracey, Sharon, and, Brenda. This creation seen at Bawdon Lodge Farm made me think of Brenda, but not with the same amount of attitude. After all, she's not in a bathtub flying to Outer Mongolia (giving you an idea of what she got up to).

Sadly, Sean died suddenly last week, and it was sudden. He ate his dinner and shortly afterwards keeled over. I shall miss him.

Brenda was dominating the gift shop while I enjoyed a latte, soup and a GF roll. Basil had a sausage roll all to himself. I was finishing Gai-Jin on my Kindle with the Quorn Ukulele Orchestra plucking away in the background. Len had dropped us off on the way to tennis. It took him ten minutes to find the car keys.