Crazy dog. He’s only playing dead, truly. I’ve told him we are off on holiday tomorrow, off to the sea and the sun. (Hope springs eternal). This is his bliss dance. He took some persuading to paddle in the sea last year, believing the tiddly waves to be of life threatening proportion. Once he got it, he was delighted. There’s no better game to a Digger dog than chasing waves. It’s a win-win situation, cos he goes back knackered and happy, and doesn’t stir until he’s ready to go again. Roof box is on, alarm clocks set for an early start, so be prepared for a quiet week from me. TA ta for now.
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