Cream crackered

Despite the ghastly weather today (the clouds are so low the tree tops have disappeared - and these are not tall trees, and rain that can't decide whether it's drizzle or not) my friend R and I took our two hooligans of dogs for a long walk.
Oscar and Logan haven't had this opportunity for a while (what with illness, water leaks, families and Christmas getting in the way) and boy did they make up for lost time.
They chased each other through any half planted field they could find, and those that were just mud too - nice.
Tried to find cats.
Chased through a stream (a muddy one of course).
And ate every disgusting thing they came across, neither is averse to rooting through a waste bin like an old tramp.
At one point the two of them went haring off across a field, as if they'd seen a squirrel or (more likely) a fresh, steaming pile of horse poo. It wasn't until we both yelled after them that they realised they were going in the wrong direction. If we were to combine the brains of both dogs we might end up with one intelligent one, maybe.