the garden      
 
My shrink tells me my fondness for strolling round our groinds is a part of my "canine heritage". What a plonker! Who could ever tire of the sight and smells of our fantastic array of plants, even in winter?
 
But summer is when it really comes into its own. Plenty of bums on benches. Endless cooling drinks. Lots of ankle-biters playing (NICELY, please!) on the swings, the slide and all the other toys. Plus the aviary full of budgies, cockatiels and rabbits (?).
 
 

Ahhh... Images of a glorious day in an English country garden. Perfick.

And no, I am NOT dozing on the right! I'm checking that the grass is level in front of the aviary - one of those tiresome Health & Safety things...

 
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