I'm back home in London, yay!
I had an eventful last evening in Tampere. I was helping mum do some gardening and by helping I mean drinking some cider while keeping her company and getting sunburnt (I don't do sun or plants!). Or so I thought. I had to keep an eye on the dog who has a tendency to wander off. Well he ended up running away 5 times!
He thought it was a really fun game to run off, see if I was chasing him and then really make a break for it. Ruffe, the suposedly senile 15 year old sheltie, would jump over hedges etc just to get away from me. He never went far, just the neigbours' gardens or run around our house, he just thought it was great to have me chase him around and then carry him back. Back in the days when he could still hear it was fine because he would just come back when you called his name, but now he gets away with murder being deaf and all.
Ruffe posing under an apple tree
In the process of running away
But I am so cute, how could I ever run away?
Having a sniff of my cider
All tired out from all that running away