Collecting balls…

… Here is my favourite canine woolly bundle. He hasn’t quite grasped the notion of bringing balls back, for the fun to happen all over again. He’s more of an, ‘it’s fine, if you don’t want it, I’ll have it and bother it for you’, kind of boy.
(My own dog was exactly the same. Weird).

He’s a light absorbing entity (as well as a light-filled joyous chap) so my photos of him are always just a black blob.

Life? Is busy. Lots to do.
Mostly in a good way.