Boy Digs Too!

Was it the fuss I was making of the Dandie Dinmont Terrier 'girls' when they were digging? Was it some primeaval stirring in the old chap? Whatever the reason, it was wonderful to see. Boy, sensibly, decided to renew his acquaintance with the art of hole making. Not in the hard, flint-filled bank that the girls were tackling, but in a nice, soft, black, peaty part of the garden that was easily manipulated with his older, more delicate paws.

He did it without drama, without seeking attention and the first I knew was when he came up to me, looking up at me, showing me that he too could have a dirty face just like the females. There was no ambiguity in his look - he wanted to be part of the gang and be photographed too!