Bruno up the farm on the weekend hanging out with the sheep dogs. The kelpies try to round him up sometimes, but he ignores them and bulldozers his way through like a true bulldog.
It was a family lunch, my sister, my brother and me. And partners. And friends. We ate pies and pasties. We ate iced buns and vanilla slices and shortbread biscuits with tea to drink. It was yum.
And, yes, we went on walks with the dogs, it was windy, sure it was. It was nice in the sun, the low in the sky winter sun, but the wind was cold. Brrr.
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