The Whistling Balls
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)
Posts from the ‘dogs’ category
The Stream
Water from the stream always tastes better…
The Hole Maker
It’s my hole and I’ll dig if I want to!
The track less travelled…
The Guilty Dog (previous post)
Here’s the little scoundrel, as ever, looking pleased with herself. No shame!
The dog in shot…
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!
The Pooch
My pal.
The Dog Walker
The Stick Wrangler
Katy wrangles a stick in a loch in the Scottish Highlands.
The Dog and the Rabbit Hole
PS: Our dog has never caught a rabbit (and so she ain’t no friend of mine – ha ha ha!)
The Rock Dog
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.
The Bench and the Dog
The Dog ‘n’ Log
The Slurp
The Yawn
The Deveron Dog Walk
Where the River Deveron flows into the Moray Firth
The Beach Walker
The dog on the rocks…
Katy enjoying her new home in Scotland. Long walks along the beach overlooking the Moray Firth…
My pal now…
Katy, now aged four years…
My pal then….
Katy when she was just a few weeks old…
The Beach Walker
The Pal…
My pal Katy waiting for me to throw the ball…
The dog on a mission…
The dog with a ball on the beach in Banff…
Katy gets used to having a massive beach to run around on….
The Man and the Dog
