
Draw me like one of your French dogs

Draw me like one of your French dogs
Caaaaaaaaake!
Fern is so lovely when she settles down in the evening. The rest of the time, she’s headbutting gates and doors and barking at anything that passes the house
I put her on the window sill so she could see whatever she was looking for
Cherry bakewell…yum!
So we had the garden returfed, and it’s been fenced off, but Fern has found a new game…the high jump
Can tell the dog is home – I’ve lost half of my bed!