Are We Going, Or What?

Sometimes, admittedly most of the times, that our walkies are interrupted, I am the one who stops to Investigate. Mum tries to be patient and wait, but when she says stuff like We can't stop every other metre, come ON now! I know it's time to move.

Sometimes, though, it's mum who stops. Either to speak to another person - boring, unless there is a friendly dog to say hello to - or to take pictures. I know it's for my blip, so I try to be patient and wait, but in the end, enough is enough. This is at the very beginning of the sheep pasture, with its short and neat green grass. I have been let off my lead and am ready to rock and roll. Come on!