Morning Clam

Though they're called man's best friend, dogs will always mystify me. For example, why would an intelligent dog insist on lying on a pile of dirty builder's grit, during the hottest part of the day, and fry her brains for hours in the hot sun while listening to the din of jig saws and hammer drills when it's so much cooler and quieter indoors?

This is Mia getting into position on the terrace this morning. She's lying in exactly the same spot she was in on the day the building work started. I tried to get her to move elsewhere, but she was as deaf as a clam. She loves our builder Tom, who loves her right back. He assures me she doesn't really get in his way.