The wee wally dug – or a fine specimen of the Clumber Spaniel

My friends Margaret and Andrew are dog connoisseurs.

They love all dogs, but when it comes to having their own wee dug, it has to be special.

So meet Louis.

Just discovered his legs have springs.

Sofa, bed, chair – whatever is softer than the floor.

No need for heavy theology when you look into a face like that.

A kind of panting alleluia with a puzzled look in the first photo.

And a prayerful and hopeful petition for another of those eucharistic biscuits in the second.

And an excuse for a poem from Mary Oliver about her dog – which I'll post later.