Yesterday I was whining to
cottonmanifesto about not having anyone to photograph the dogs outdoors for me, and how it was so harrrrd to juggle a camera in one hand and two leashes in the other. She didn't actually tell me to stop making lame excuses and just start taking pictures anyway, but she's nice like that. So these are for her.
This is Spike and Squish on alert - there's another dog across the road.
This is Spike in his hollow tree. I can't get far enough away to show the whole tree without letting the leash go, but he's about eight feet off the ground here.
Ever wondered why our house has never been overrun by zombies?
This is Spike in his Lookout Tree. It has a handy bulge in the trunk about four feet up that he can stand on.
This is Spike being nosy over someone's six foot garden wall. I get a lot of innocent amusement at people's reactions when his head pops over their walls and fences.
The rest of them are here.
I'm going to keep doing this. My dogs may be glorious, but my photography needs practise....
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The rest of them are here.
I'm going to keep doing this. My dogs may be glorious, but my photography needs practise....
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But I could still do with a bit of snow. One of these years I'll move up to North Wales or Scotland - the South Coast is really too warm to suit me all year round.
I was surprised how (generally) warm the U.K. was when I spent that year in Exeter. We had a small dusting of snow in January once, but I never saw snow for the rest of the year. We even spent a couple weeks in Glasgow, Edinburgh, and Stirling in March, and the most we got was a howling, icy wind. No snow.