Now for a more relaxing scene: me under my beach umbrella. I don't have a beach yet, and in fact I don't think I would like the sand in my furs.
Out for Lynettea's exercise this evening, I was sitting on the warm path just inside the picket fence, wondering when Lynettea would stand up, when Orla went past leading her humans. She forces them to go for a walk every day. She is obviously as enamoured of me as ever, as she started snuffling under the gate, waving her tail about. I do feel sorry for her hopeless love, but am at the same time a little nervous. She is too young and boisterous for me I feel and I do not find that mass of unruly ginger fur attractive. If she were a cat then I could only describe her as ugly. For a dog .....?