Faffing about

Honestly!  Get HER into the Park, and put a camera in her hands, and she's as happy as a pig in a pig farm.  Truly.

It's a good job I'm patient - I just sit down and wait for the faffing to finish, but sometimes it does get a bit too much.

Like today, SHE popped me in the car, while she went to get "just one more shot" of a butterfly for heaven's sake. 

And do you know what - while we was walking round the lake, there was this big bouncy dog, and it wasn't on a lead, and it did bounce all over me, and I didn't bark or get cross. Oh, I was a GOOD dog. 

At least SHE said I was so I suppose I must've been.