
Blast got the walk after Tank and Trust, and raced around the "same" route we took. Here, I've called him back to me. What a lovely morning it was...

I just love it when he races full tilt back to me...ears flattened out and so intense. I usually stand to the side...just in case...He's found a stinky bone in the field that probably the fox has left his scent on...yummy...

The only time Blast isn't running...he loves to roll on stinky old marrow bones and has just finished doing so, looking at me as if to say "Aren't I just sooo special"....! Well..yes, and no...