Dog Days

We're temporary members of the dog-walking fraternity, while Raf is here for his holidays. I like the way people stop for a chat and pass on all sorts of useful information. Today I've learned about Alabama Rot (not nice), and the marital status of the local ospreys (looks hopeful, a young female has appeared and is taking an interest in Samson, whose partner Delilah has not been seen for a few weeks and the worst is feared.)

Raf had a dip in the Teviot - not sure he was impressed by the temperature of the water, judging by the look on his face.

So far a state of truce exists between him and the cats.  He wags his tail hopefully at them, but they keep their distance and Percy hisses if he thinks Raf's getting too close, and Raf backs off.  He knows his place, bottom of the pecking order, just like at home.