It's darker in the mornings now. Autumn waiting in the wings. Our saunter through the cherry orchard down to the stream delayed until seven thirty. Today there's an almost Hebridean light. Clear and bright .
Bob and Sophie love running water. They drink long and lavishly pausing only briefly to chase the butterflies. Bob stands on the edge of the small waterfall, his paw tentatively testing the water on the other side to see how deep it is. A look of deep concentration on his face. Sophie is less prudent. She barges past him, tumbles and finds herself chin deep in the stream. Big brother pauses as if to say " that'll teach you ". Sophie's not bothered, she's already in pursuit of a small trout.
There was a time when this innocence would have passed me by. Now I find myself laughing out loud at these carefree creatures. Dog owners have the gift of being able to see the world through a pair of untamed eyes. And what a world it is when you're seven months old.