There's a gale blowing from the south. Gusts of up to 100 km/h. Bob heads out of the front door only to be met by a wall of wind. His ears fly up over the top of his head. He gives me his ' Blimey ! It's blowy ' look.
We think its just another windy day. Bob knows differently. He settles down, head out of the door, rump safely inside, nose in the air. This is a wind that's a had long journey from the Sahara. He drinks in the scents of Marrakesh, Mediterranean fishing boats, Spanish orange groves and the dockside in Marseilles. I could swear he's smiling.
And humans think they're the clever ones ?
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He's savouring it all. Picture 1 says everything you need to know about a PON's attitude to a good gusty day.
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Yes, humans are SO handicapped in the olfactory sensitivity department, aren't they Bob?
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
That wind has splashed Bob's fur all over his face!
Love the windsock ears.
Bob is definitely smiling!
Aaah, what a bouquet of scents to savour !
Beautiful blog. Bob looks lovely, hey where's Sophie, about to run over her brother with furry fox?
Wait, he says "Blimey"? I thought he was a French dog.
Great pictures, and love your description of the wind from the Sahara.
What a beautiful post! Scents of Marrakesh....lucky dog.
Love this.
Edward loves wind.
Rain, fog, drizzle - as we have today? Not so much.
Loved your description of the scented wind blowing in from the Sahara...the only thing that heads here from the Sahara is lots of Sahara dust.
Loved loved loved Bob's Blimey it's Blowy look.
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