Dog & Duck

No, not a splendid public house to sup ale, the morning visit of a pal from Dumfries, who brought a lovely dog and a bag of breakfast goodies.

Willow is a delightful hound, but couldn’t believe her boggling eyeballs when she was being guided to the exit and spotted a duck right in front of her, at hitherto unknown close proximity. Madame Duck had been waddling to my patio door for the now customary morning greeting exchange, cue pure Disneyesque frantic flapping and quacking, an impressively rapid aerial ascent and a dog who seemed to be expostulating ‘dangnabbit’ under his breath I think.
(She returned hours later and resumed her watchful patronage)