Anyway. Not so sunny today, but dry and quite bright. We went across town to the river for a walk, keen to go somewhere different from the fields across from where we live.
Sofy went straight into the undergrowth, after something, but came out empty mouthed:
Wiggle ran off with his tennis ball:
Crossing the little bridge:
Muddy puddles:
Sofy, looking like she's up to no good:
Wiggle goes off ahead, doing his own thing:
Here he comes!
Wiggle was pootling about, in his own little world. Still carrying his tennis ball!
Splashing in the river:
Once we were home, the full extent of the smell coming from Wiggle and Sofy was apparent, which meant one thing: bath!! Sofy looked sulky, drying off wearing a fleece:
Wiggle went to bed to do his sulking:
