The Dog and the Woman

Katy’s favourite balls, wonderfully coloured and they whistle as they fly through the air.
…and a bit of sanity returns to this blog (for the moment at least)
Water from the stream always tastes better…
It’s my hole and I’ll dig if I want to!
Here’s the little scoundrel, as ever, looking pleased with herself. No shame!
It was going to be a photograph of some interesting shells that were stuck to the rocks on the beach. Then Katy, our dog, stepped into shot. She is no appreciator of my artistic endeavours!
My pal.
Katy wrangles a stick in a loch in the Scottish Highlands.
PS: Our dog has never caught a rabbit (and so she ain’t no friend of mine – ha ha ha!)
Our dog, Katy ( fries stabij), searching for tennis balls lost by other people in amongst the rocks on Boyndie Beach, near to Banff, Scotland. Finding tennis balls has become something of an obsession for our dog.
Where the River Deveron flows into the Moray Firth
Katy enjoying her new home in Scotland. Long walks along the beach overlooking the Moray Firth…
Katy, now aged four years…
Katy when she was just a few weeks old…
My pal Katy waiting for me to throw the ball…
Katy gets used to having a massive beach to run around on….
I’m back in Holland after a frantic week in London. The dog seems happy to see me!
After a few days of intensive blogging, me and the dog (the dog and I?) have decided to take it easy today….ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
This is Bor, who belongs to our very good and highly attractive friend Marloes (sorry, no image of Marloes (yet)). Bor comes to stay with us on the boat on Tuesdays. Bor is an ageing gentleman with creaky bones but he has a fine spirit and a look of constant bemusement on his face.
Our dog, Katy, who just loves sniffing around in the grass. Katy is a Dutch breed of dog known as Fryske Stabij or Stabyhoun. Dog’s like Katy are meant to be excellent at catching moles and rats. It is fair to say that Katy has never caught anything in her life! It has been said that a Stabyhoun is “not an expert at any particular skill.” That about sums it up and we have a dog with no skills whatsoever unless you consider finding and ripping tissue (especially kitchen paper towels) into a million pieces for no apparent reason to be a skill.
The Grandson and the Dog
The Ball Chucker
The Tongue
The Pooch
Our dog (a Dutch fries Stabij or Stabyhoun) Katy, enjoy the beach. She is looking suitably pleased with herself having dug a hole or two…
The Beach (3) – The Dog – Katy
A fenced area in a public park where you can train your dog off the leash. The Dutch think of everything! Would that we were a bit quicker off the mark in the ‘always last to show up at the party’ UK!!!!
The Really Good Idea (2)
The Escaper
This is our dog Katy. Â I’m sure she’s almost smiling – and no Photoshop skullduggery, I promise!
The Smiling Dog
The Dog Walk
Shot on Sue’s iPhone. Â Me and the dog watch France 24 together.
The Dog and Me
A dog who is never happier than when she is digging in the sand…
The Girl In My Life
Our sniffer dog, Katy, discovers snow and can’t understand why snowballs fall apart when bitten.
The Sniffer Dog Discovers Snow
Our highly trained sniffer dog detected this hideously dangerous illegal alien in our midst this morning. Â The sudden appearance of these strange white beings who are from far away and who are very different to us should give us all cause for fear, hysteria, xenophobia and major concern. Close all borders! Build a wall! Â Suspend immigration! Call out the National Guard! Â And, above all else, protect the President (hmmmm…well…..perhaps not – he’s used to having cold hearted people around him).
The Threat to the Nation
Happiness is stick shaped…
The Stick
Katy clearly trying to tell us she is ready to go for a walk. Â If only dogs could talk. Â Woof!
The Walk Ready Dog
Katy, our dog, on the lookout for ducks. Â She will chase any duck she sees but never ever catches one. Â Ducks, quite clearly, are smarter than dogs!
Katy
Our dog, Katy, on sit-down strike after deciding today is not the day on which she would like to go for a walk (normally her favourite thing). Who understands dogs?
The Reluctant Dog