The long, warm, summer evenings are slowly returning and the dogs and I were able to go for a long ramble on the farm.
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A blurry photo of Bruno kicking up dust.
The youngest of my landlord Dave's Labradors. He has a whole pack of them I've never counted them but there are at least six. This one was dying to walk with us, but I sent him home, being of a very obedient dog breed he obeyed.
This is Bruno the new addition to the family. Bruno is a miniature Doberman.
Bruno's owner passed away recently at the age of 82, and her family asked me if I would adopt Bruno. They must have said, "when it comes to dog's Phillip's heart is like one of our notorious mini bus taxi's. Even if it's already over the legal carrying capacity, there's always room for one more".
Bruno shortly after his arrival watching his three new step sister from the back of my chair.
This morning Bruno took a tour of the garden, marking every fence post, tree and shrub in true male dog fashion.
"Yup, I think this will suit me just fine".
There's a whole new inter dog dynamic that has to be sorted out now and the three girls don't quite know what to make of the new arrival. At the moment Bruno is sitting next to me on my armchair and the three girls are sitting, all squashed up, on my feet.
