High wind, big things & small dogs.

On the sofa in the TV room

We went for our usual wander up the road last night but it was a strange one, the wind was high and blustery, bumping into us when it was strong. The noises it makes are fascinating to me but, to Sandy, disconcerting. Enjoying the sound of the wind in the big beech tree further up our road is a highlight of our walk, but not for Sandy. He hears but doesn't understand,

"What's that Dad?"

"You look really startled Sandy, what's wrong?"

Coats & Jackets

 

Embarrassed 

As the walking hour of 8 o'clock was approaching I headed downstairs to get dressed for our walk, Sandy was lying on the rug at the bottom of the stairs, eyes trained on the landing waiting for my appearance. As soon as he sees me he's up on all four legs, tail wagging, ears pricked up and a look of feverish excitement in his eyes.

"Hi Sandy, you about ready to go?"

"Sure am Dad."

"I'll get my outdoor clothes on then we're off."

"Don't be long Dad."