Just A Walkin’ The Dawg…

Yesterday I reunited myself with my favourite pooch in the whole world. The lord of little legs, he of the breath monster fame.

My lovely Archie now also known as Sherlock Bones…

He came to me one night in the week and although we had a small walk it was only a pre bedtime “got to stretch my legs old man” walk where Archie was the slowest of slow breathing in EVERY smell that he came across. In fact, one day I think I shall check his dog credentials and would not be surprised to find some bloodhound in him or even more likely, some affiliation to some top-secret dog agency where he is in charge of doggy GPS (Gross Pee Smells) where they use the dogs rest stop areas to look for clues and identify any top priority escapee’s or the like… 😉

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