Going Walkies … and then back again.

This is how I know it is time to go walkies, the top step  by the red door is crowded with dogs.

They try desperately to appear patient but it is a losing game.

The Big Dog elected to stay on the porch though. He was a bit tired yesterday.

We walked South along the track above the creek (that is now a ditch.) Beside the corn.

We looked out to the horizon across the .. corn.

Then across the creek  (that is now a ditch) to um.. more corn.

Then after a while we turned and walked back North.  Past the .. ah.. corn. 

Well, you get the drift. Then we went past the farmy and around the corner and returned home down the north boundary through the .. well, through the .. corn.

Then  we turned South and found our hay field.  All green and we all made out respective YAY noises.

And home again, home again, jiggedy jig. No fat pig.

Have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farmy, celi