Being Boring

This is Fraser and he is the bull of the herd. When I first met him I was on one side of the fence and I just started waffling away to him. He turned round, lumbered over to the fence and licked my hand whilst behind me a voice said "he doesn't do that...". Well, he did and he also enjoys being scratched between the shoulder blades. When that happens he reacts like a dog having its hindquarters vigorously scratched in that his front legs start to wobble and his head starts doing 1/2 circles. Downside to me being so good at it is that he does demand it. Squashed me a couple of times, he has. But how can you not love that face?