A poet could not but be gay
It was difficult for me to take lots of photos. Polly has never been more bouncy. She is shattered now. She slept all the way back north. While we were walking it was a job to get her to be still long enough for the camera to focus. I must say that I didn't complain too much when she was pulling on her lead. I had a sort of Staffie assisted ascent up this hill. Going down the rocky paths later, she had to behave herself and not pull.
This young girl was Polly's pal today on the walk. Sadly, I've forgotten her name. Her owners were darling too.
This is Ben. We met Ben last year and he has lost a lot of weight. The wideness he has now is all muscle, believe me!
Jake. He's a pretty boy, isn't he?
Betty and Bradley. Betty is the smaller of the two, a real pint sized Staffie.
Last but by no means least is Rocky. What a low clearance he has. He was in front of us for a portion of the walk. I hope Rocky's feelings aren't hurt, but walking behind him is very comical.