Winter Reeds

Another nice day watching the snow melting away from the local tops. I don’t really care a lot about snow as once there is enough of it The Boss tends to go shooing with granny (acycling) and I get left at home. Probably a good idea as I would probably get frosted paws.
The Boss was a bit pensive this morning and spent ages with these reeds even changing lens and nearly getting my paws wet. We had a wonderfully dog social day and even met another Wheaten called Rastas after a tennis playing bloke I think and a lovely black lab pup who was way more controlled than ME at walking with it’s Lady off lead.
Then again control is not a word associated with us Wheatens and we are proud of this…Right??
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