George & Irene

Irene and the slightly more shy Sylvia

I wish, sometimes, that I had an iphone.
Its much easier to take photos with an iphone.
This morning was a case in point.
I had taken the dogs over to the field with a bucket of soapy hot water for a bottom washing.
After years of experience, it's the cleanest place to do it.
I gave George his scrub first, because William and Winnie enjoy theirs much more than he does, and had just let go of him when , in an uncharacteristic bout of excitement , he galloped off through the grass towards the sheep.
Now, Irene and Sylvia have nothing to do with the dogs in general . They will occasionally stamp their hooves in bad temper if approached too closely, but that's as far as their contact goes, so I was slightly gob smacked when George ran right up to Irene, barked loudly in her face then dashed off squeaking with the ewe in close pursuit.
It wasn't an angry chase...but a sudden, unexpected and rather joyful one, with the old Scottie scooting through the grass in large circles and the serious faced ewe prancing stiff legged just behind
I stood there, with a soapy cloth in one hand and with William's tail lifted up all ready in the other and watched as the pair galloped up and down like two schoolboys on a football pitch

It was the sweetest, most celebratory thing I have seen in an age