A journal of my sailing, my dogs, my band. I can promise photos, but not consistency; as far as subject matter goes I'm a bit of a nomad, so can at times drift about the place with seeming abandon.
Wednesday, 11 November 2020
The dog's balls
I am home, and with the clocks reverting to their winter state, we are back to that season of year when I finish work in the dark. Which means that the dogs have to walk in the dark, and Jack's balls glow green.
But he doesn't care. Just as long as somebody still throws them for him.