Dogs came too
democracystreet.blogspot.com/2011/08/whatsup.html
For the last of the father daughter walks I've enjoyed over the last few days, Amy drove me to the Moray Firth to stroll the shore beneath Fort St George above Ardesier. Guy had driven through the night from Birmingham with their two dogs - Cookie and Malo - arriving in the early hours as we all slept. While he slept late in the log cabin by Brin croft we walked with them as well as our Oscar and mum's Lulu. "We're in the same pack now" I said "once they waited and watched us from the woods, pondering our uses."
Dogs came too
democracystreet.blogspot.com/2011/08/whatsup.html
For the last of the father daughter walks I've enjoyed over the last few days, Amy drove me to the Moray Firth to stroll the shore beneath Fort St George above Ardesier. Guy had driven through the night from Birmingham with their two dogs - Cookie and Malo - arriving in the early hours as we all slept. While he slept late in the log cabin by Brin croft we walked with them as well as our Oscar and mum's Lulu. "We're in the same pack now" I said "once they waited and watched us from the woods, pondering our uses."