Spud makes me smile; he makes me laugh out loud. I don’t for a moment think he realises the chuckle value he has.
Here he is in his favourite bush, regular readers might remember, he’s been here before.
He has with him an apple, a cooking apple, a windfall from the garden, he’s very fond of them. He charges around the field with them in his mouth, as other dogs might with a ball: he brings at least one a day into the house and continues munching on them. The remains are usually left as a sticky mush under the kitchen table.
It takes a certain ritual to settle down in your favourite bush.
Thrash around a bit
And then settle down for a good old munch.