Ollies

Last night when Ollie dog and I went for our 'torch' walk we could hear Marla the yearling whinnying. This morning she started neighing as soon as she spotted us and came to say hello. She and Ollie rubbed noses. It's the loveliest thing to stroke one's beloved dog with one hand and her dear horsey friend's muzzle with the other. Afterwards Marla galloped excitedly away. Ollie would love to run with her.

My daughter, my grandchildren and our dogs had a lovely lunch in the bar of the Dog and Pickle. It was great that Ollie my grandson was able to tear himself away from his online coaching business duties and join us.