Rabbie Burns and the Twa' Dugs

Nae doubt but they were fain o' ither,
And unco pack an' thick thegither,
Wi' social nose whyles snuff'd an' snowkit;
Whyles mice an' moudieworts they howkit;
Whyles scour'd awa' in lang excursion,
An' worry'd ither in diversion;
Till tir'd at last wi' monie a farce,
They sat them down upon their arse,
An' there began a lang digression
About the 'lords o' the creation'.

Another day of waterfall photos but after walking the Birks of Aberfeldy in the pouring rain I felt it more apropos to use a photo of Paddy and Brisa (not Luath and Caesar!) with the Bard himself.