I planned to climb high junk peak this morning to take a picture of the bay - something that I last did a decade ago - alarmingly. Sadly the air is terrible, northerly wind bringing down guff from China, blanketing the coast. So I passed on that one and aimed the camera at just-awoken boys. Courtney came round to get some betadine spray for Daisy who was bitten four times by some antisocial dog on the beach. Bloody hell. She seems fine though, a couple of holes, and still in good spirits (celebrated her wounded so-I'm-allowed-inside status by dashing upstairs to gobble down Holly's food).
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