7 am in Duthie Park.
What mischief next?
Sprint across the park to play with other dogs? Jump up to greet their humans (preferably ones wearing light coloured trousers)? Go for a muddy paddle in the 'wetland area'? Grab an interesting piece of litter, run into the shrubbery with it, and defy Gail's calls to come out? Dive into the duck pond? Say an over-enthusiastic hi to the heavily muscled guy who uses the kids climbing frame as gym equipment? Steal another dog's ball and don't give it back?
Let me just stand here looking adorable for a minute while I make up my mind.
