We're on holiday in the West Highlands of Scotland, friends! Dad and Mum thought it would be a nice
idea for me to visit the hills and glens where my ancestors were bred as working pooches. Apparently
the humans wanted a pure white dog to show up against the brown hills so that they couldn't be mistaken for game.
Mum says that's all very well... but to think that white was a good idea, they must have had somebody else doing the baths afterwards!
Here's a photo of me from earlier this week, enjoying a stroll on top of the Nevis range in the sunshine.
I like holidays very much, don't you?