Hound

Having nothing particular scheduled to do either today or tomorrow (first time in weeks) I didn't put on my watch (hah!) and we ambled out to the Farmers Market. This handsome hound caught my eye as he reminded me of my late step-brother-in-law Sandy (apart from the colour, and, as it turned out, the gender). I snapped this so quickly that I only asked the owner's permission for the second shot, which turned out to be a dud anyway. She (the dog!) is twelve years old and slightly morose and won't pose for photos.

Anyway, I always think that dogs must have a hard time at the F market - sniffing all those tantalising smells of meat that they're not allowed to eat.....