Sherlock's beginning to get the hang of walkies with three dogs, as is Mummy. It seems he's been trained to switch left and right checking for scents but keeping close to his master, so he can get under your feet sometimes, he's that close. It's almost like he would be happier off the leash and still not go anywhere too far. I'll need to check it out in the dog run, once his stitches are out and I'm personally getting better after this unusual bout of cystitis and the heavy antibiotics I finally had to resort to to (hopefully) get things under control...too woozy for words...and drinking cinnamon, clove and ginger tea and other herb teas by the gallon.
Photos by Lelantos