Barking

I do.

I am.

I'm not larking.

I do.

I am.

Barking.

This is what happens when we clean the windows. God bless her loving heart. It's for this reason we have to live up a hill in splendid isolation. We're like social pariahs, us and our barking dog. She is also quite mad in other ways. BUT how can you not love her?