And so it becomes the cone of destruction. When I took OB to tennis and then a friend's mid morning, I left the dogs in their crates. I returned an hour later to find Jack had removed and rendered the cone completely unusable just after closing time at the vet's. When I opened the crate door, he grabbed it and tore off into the garden, ignoring my reprimands, and started tossing it about. Had the vet's been open tomorrow, he would have been due to have the stitches out, so rather than spend huge amounts of money calling them out of hours for a bit of non-dog-proof bendy plastic, I'm afraid that's it. I'll take the evidence in on Monday and hope he doesn't remove his own stitches in the meantime. Look at his innocent little face:
We woke up to snow this morning which was a bit of a shock:
The ponies were knocking snow off with their hooves to get to the tender new gorse shoots:
Jack was still coned at this point...
This is a great shot to show how we are above the snow line here. There wasn't a trace of it on the other side of the cattle grid:
Barking at Snippet:
After the cone chewing incident, we went for a quick walk between showers. The snow had completely gone and Jack found a hoof from a cow that had died out on the moor:
The wind was unbelievably strong, blowing puddles into waves:
A long view of Trigger in the madam's field:
Earlier in the week we had mist and grey between showers:
I loved this gnarly, lichen peppered dead gorse clinging to a rock:
Today I got a good sequence of shots of a Dunnock today. I often find, with their brilliant camouflage, the camera, on auto, doesn't like them. These are better.....I think:
It was chaotic at the seed feeder..........
..................with moments of calm:
This next one of the Nuthatch isn't brilliant, but shows the beautiful pattern on its rump/back of the tail feathers:
The car exchange went okay and didn't take too long. I now have a Vauxhall Corsa from the hire company. Never been a fan of the Vauxhall and now I feel vindicated in my prejudice as it's awful. Under-powered with a vulgarly flashy interior and knobs that look they're made of melted down pink national health specs. I miss the Polo.
I hope you're all having a good weekend and, until next time, here's the Jack before.........
................and after. What a bad dog.