Down near our yards, the lovely Figgy, one of my neighbour’s dogs, waits for him on the back of his ute. She’s Kelpie with a touch of New Zealand Huntaway on her dad’s side. He being a handsome fellow who was temporarily working on a neighbouring property and who must have swept her mum off her paws.
On this day Figgy had, of course, run straight up to the house to greet Ellie and me. She and Ellie had then engaged in lots of rough house play, involving much vocalisation and tumbling each other about in manure. It’s good when friends drop by.