Breathless

Busy old Saturday. Sorting stuff and redirecting it to loft/ bin/ cherished piles. Then it was getting one room ready to decorate and tidying a finished room.

As a chaser the lawn got its first cut of the year & Jack got as giddy as ever at the smell so we had a mad half hour with a football. This is his getting his breath back stance.

Stocky little bugger, my rule of only having dogs that I have a chance of winning a fight with looks at risk.