In preparation for the Grand Prize Peter Carey Book Draw we took Rocky out on the gallops for some fresh air to wake him up a bit.
The minute you put these on
the cats seems to know and as you wander off down the lane they trail along behind you for fear of missing out on something.
We spotted the first butterfly of the year, or is it left over from last year?
The snowdrops are everywhere
And Rocky had a real good scratch in readiness...
Alert, sleek, supple, every sense honed to the peak of perfection, the draw is imminent, he's just having his high-calorie carbo and glucose loaded dinner and then we must let him focus. (crikey I hope Linda in Ireland isn't reading this)