An exhausted spaniel.

Biscuit is one mile into the walk this afternoon and has to stop for a wee rest. He’s been chasing Hamish and other passing pups relentlessly, and has probably run more than ten miles to my one. He recovered to complete our two mile walk although I’m still suffering a bit from aches and pains. That puts my total up to 29 miles, more than half way to the Beatson.

Biscuit is betraying his breed by developing a curly tail which stand up like a question mark. How can this be stopped? Right now!