Our labrador is meant to be a gun dog. We went to pick her up when N was just under 3 months old, so they’ve grown up together. She’s a lovely temperament, is great around children and is a good protector. She is a rubbish gundog though, because she’s gunshy. She’s too nervy and doesn’t like loud noises. So she mostly just roams the farm all day.
This morning though, I’d opened the door to get a shot of the sunrise only to find her ambling towards me. The photo is typical dog. She was here waiting for strokes and cuddles which she had in big supply from N. But was also sitting, quivering as though she was about to charge off on one of her nutty ‘greyhouse’ style runs around the farmhouse.