Please?!

I correctly interpreted this look as a request for a walk. It’s difficult to resist such a beguiling face.

We had the walk and then I carried on working in the garden.

As I shifted compost and prepped the pea bed, the Beanbag got on with the very serious business of digging up bones, proudly and waggily showing them to me, before running off to re-bury them somewhere Top Secret. It kept her occupied for more than an hour. Then the pleading eyes were switched on again: this time requesting food.

It’s just as well I speak dog.