Not a Bean Blip

This is Tee, who is one of G's dogs; an elderly Yellow Huntaway. She is quite the sweetest of animals who barks gently at me when I arrive to work in the garden, until I go and give her some love, at which point a paw is placed on my leg to pin me down until she has had sufficient.

She was a farm dog and still thinks she should be out on her Dad's quad bike helping him round up the dairy herd, but she is officially retired and much as she'd love to run around the paddocks still, arthritis means that she is a home dog. 

I love that they have decided to give her the best dog retirement in the world, with oodles of comforts and care.

Tee may get on with humans, but not with other people's dogs. So when I go to G's Bean stays in the car where she doesn't threaten Tee's territory. Fortunately Bean considers the car one of her safe places and is happy to snooze the mornings away.

Other than gardening at G's I have spent the day writing. And reading. 

Here are two great columns from The Guardian:
Simon Jenkins with sensible words about the war in Ukraine and Russia;
George Monbiot on COP29.