Today Dad took me to the Farm Shop. I am not allowed in the shop itself which is a shame
because it smells very nice and I would love to get closer to the butcher's counter.
This is a shot Mum took of me trotting about in the field next to the Farm Shop, waiting
for Dad to come out. Perhaps he will forget that I like raw meat very much and leave the
shopping bags unguarded. We pooches live in hope!
Do you think he will?


(dad: what's up with pbase??????!)