dog dreaming

Misty moisty morning. Two little lads say excuse me, we're looking for a dog to walk. They like Minnie. They don't like cats. They use the word "sprinting" as their eyes follow her wistfully up the hill. They dawdle off, back to their dog dreaming. Minnie sprints off in mad arcs, just like they said.

waggy

Tension in the air - Minnie meets tiny puppy, both meet bad lad's Staffy. Doggy waggy diplomacy wins out. Autumn progresses regardless.

dogged

The city towers sun themselves, magpies flap totem wings and Minnie-the-part-time-dog finds a friend. Brook Park - we're back.