Spot the Dog

We were sitting decorously on the Duke of Buccleuch's front lawn, relaxing after a morning in the adventure playground and a little lunch. All was peaceful, until Raf decided to have one of his mad turns. He's an embarrassment sometimes ....

His flatulence hasn't improved. The cause isn't the windfall apples. TM  found him rooting in the bottom of the bonfire pile for damaged and rotten potatoes. Maybe they turn to poteen in his insides?  I hope he's better before his master returns for him, though there's no word of when that might be.