Knucklebone on the Towpath.

Four miles of very pleasant walkies - just because we can! Mummy says that without me she would not / could not even think about doing such a thing. I looked after her though and we had a lovely wander along the towpath, over a bridge and then along another towpath - and back again.

This afternoon, Mummy sat on a chair on the towpath, beside floatyboatyhome and did loads of her crowshaving thingy. I kept her company by doing some serious work on my bone. It tastes much better on the towpath!

Photo shows me lying on the towpath (a narrow strip of earth with long grass either side) gnawing on a big knucklebone. In the distance is our neighbour-floatyboatyhome.