The Dog
Katy at large

Katy at large
Katy taking a walk in the woods…
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…
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.
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.
Katy needs four-paw-drive to get through some of the fast-flowing, mountain-fed, streams here in Scotland…
Katy enjoying her new home in Scotland. Long walks along the beach overlooking the Moray Firth…
Katy, now aged four years…
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
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.
Our dog, Katy, waiting patiently in the wheelhouse for her morning walk. Humans can be SO lazy and unresponsive!
The Tongue
The Pooch
The End of the Dog Walk
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
This is our dog Katy. Â I’m sure she’s almost smiling – and no Photoshop skullduggery, I promise!
The Smiling Dog
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Â No, it’s Super Dog!
The Super Dog
Our sniffer dog, Katy, discovers snow and can’t understand why snowballs fall apart when bitten.
The Sniffer Dog Discovers Snow
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
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
Our dog, Katy checks out the beach at Hemmeland (The Netherlands)
The Dog on the Beach
This is our dog Katy – a Dutch Friese Stabij
She is never happier than when she has a stick to carry around – sometimes for miles. Â Who understands dogs?!
The Dog
The Pooch
The Shake
The Girl and the Dog
The Ball Catcher (2)
This is Katy, a Friese Stabij, who guards our boat…..
The Guard Dog
The Dog With Owner
A walk in the woods at Hemmeland (Netherlands) with our pooch: