I Know You’re In There

Whenever we pass this gate the farmer’s gun dogs (three of them) come hurtling down to the gate and almost come underneath. Most dogs and humans take a wide birth but not Biskit – it’s nose sniffing time and wags of the tail.

This morning they were not about so Biskit was determine to sniff them out.

Unfortunately the photo was lit from behind – could not get anything but black from Biskit so left it much as it was. Conscious decision to leave the lead in as that is part of the ritual – my arm dragged out of its socket if I don’t notice the brakes on . . .