Its too hot. We Brits always moan about the weather. Too cold, too wet, it’s always ‘too’ something- and while some may have loved this record-breaking weekend, I’m decidedly in the ‘too hot’ camp. Ed’s rather partial to it himself, as he loves roaming the garden and sniffing around, and barking at whatever takes his fancy (Terriers do love the sound of their own bark) but he’s smart enough to know when it’s time to find a shady spot and just crash out for awhile.
the ghost of 82 
A very sensible dog. Poppy, on the other hand, spent half-an-hour barking at the neighbours’ kids as they splashed around in a paddling pool. But then sometimes they bark back, so I can’t really blame her.