Pity those walkers expecting a quiet and tranquil Sunday morning stroll in Tyrebagger Wood...
But gosh, I'd been looking forward for ages to attending another meeting of the Aberdeenshire wire-haired fox terrier group.
I was not disappointed.
We assembled 11:00 am sharp in the car park.
In total, eight foxies showed up. Newcomer Ollie (sixteen weeks old) looked a little apprehensive at first,
but he soon got into the spirit of things.
I renewed acquaintance with pretty Meriel (we compared notes on neckerchief fashion).
Peanut, Stan and I were momentarily distracted by an interesting message in the ferns...
But we were 'encouraged' to rejoin the group.
Soon Pickles was in disgrace after a foray into a muddy stream....
Later, Stan tried giving lessons in how to 'pose nicely' on a log,
But before long it all descended into happy mayhem.
Eventually calm was restored, and I took a turn at being the centre of attention.
Then before we knew it we were back at the car park and Ollie was saying a fond farewell.
It was yet another Good Day.