Sunday reflection, Bossieveld

Sweetest Puppy was taken for a walk in the orchards, and found something to roll in. It was not mud. I did think of blipping her, but could not stand the smell any longer - it was a loooooong walk home. She knew she'd done something wrong - words were spoken - and did not do her usual boisterous jumping up against me. She's now been hosed clean, I've showered twice, and you get these reflections. They're much more socially acceptable than a dog covered in not-mud and not-chocolate.

A good Sunday to all of you, wherever you are, whatever you're doing.