In the bank, down at the bog, our favourite little muse does like to get up to a few antics. This little game is a hunting game that I think he calls “The Quarry”.
Trouble is, I am normally the quarry. Lying in the grass he suddenly rushes forward, directly at me, up now to top speed as he hurtles through the grass.
At the last minute he makes a bound, puts on the anchors and swerves to the side, tail wagging.
Hopefully he may bring you all a bit of cheer as we head into the weekend. 🍀