I’ve said before that her Ladyship likes to smell the flowers on our walks.
It’s a fact of life (and sometimes annoyance) that dogs like to sniff, especially when on the search for that perfect blade of grass to grace one’s delicate backside when making a tickly deposit.
It’s funny, but we walk the Avenue at least twice a day every day (unless we’re away) and yet still she manages to find the long lost greenery that escaped her snozz on the last run, so today she was in her absolute element whilst I froze on the pavement waiting (im)patiently for her sniffing equipment to get into gear, get it done, and get it out of her
The banks along the Avenue are a picture. Spring is here despite the icy blasts of Doris and her kin, and everywhere there are shoots of green and splashes of colour as the brave snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils defy the cold to stand tall and proud.
And she didn’t miss one (I think).