To the doghouse

I took Andrew and George for a walk with Molly tonight after tea since it was such a beautiful evening. We headed for Whitesands and walked over to Barns Ness lighthouse. We waved in the general direction of Oldhamstocks (or Old Man's Socks as George prefers to call it) and hoped that Matthew was having fun at camp.

A lovely evening, but Molly let herself down badly by nipping into someone's tent and stealing a bread roll. Boy, did she get a telling off. I had to try hard not to think of Yogi Bear and Yellowstone Park.