Dog house

It was a lovely afternoon for walking the dog, cool, dry with the odd glimpse of the sun.

We (Logan and I) were up on the other side of the Ruhr valley at a friend's. An hour's walk up hill and down dale then coffee while Logan lay on a towel sulking. Such a good job I'd brought the towel (to prevent the spread of mud too far into a pet free home) because Logan had clearly found and eaten something that disagreed with his cast iron stomach...there was an odd coughing sound and we were presented with a steaming pile of something - could have been worse, could have been the other stinkier end...