swans galore

had a nice day today, unlike poor Richard who had to get a tooth extracted - ouch! While he was undergoing torture Murphy and I went down to the river for a "stroll" (or a mad dash to the bank followed by tearing up and down it, in his case). It was really high and running fast so at least he had the sense not to go in (although he would have if I'd thrown a stick in) and contented himself with splashing about at the edge. The swans were in, so he was able to go and harass them - he kept running up and into the water (they were in the sheltered bit) and barking at them then running away.. on the way back along the bank people were throwing bread to the ducks - Murphy was trotting up and down at the edge of the water eating it all! Nobody seemed to mind, luckily

here's a photo of Gizzy and Murphy temporarily holding a truce and sharing the duvet after we sprang them from doggy prison on our return from honeymoon (it's technically Murphy's but usually Gizzy commandeers it and Murphy's too scared to argue)