Is that a biscuit I see before me?...

Pushka's raison d'etre is to go for a walk. She still spins on the spot when you say the word - to the point where we now spell it out like you'd do with a toddler. Today was no exception and as we got up onto the fell she was in heaven scenting around and snuffling in and out of the grikes. Even better, when we sat down for a rest (this time flask remembered) - she realised that with the aid of the limestone pavement she could be face height to not just us - but our snacks too, big smiles all round.
Amazingly after eleven years we've still not developed any defence to her Jedi mind tricks - so it was biscuits all round.