Whilst I was back in Norfolk, Graham had been desribing the canine capers between Caxton's crew & ours. I'd only been back 30 mins yesterday when I had the chance to witness this for myself. Above is a short clip of Floyd trying to drown Fletcher (I think that's the right way round) with Muttley stood by waiting for the ball to escape (it does sometimes).
Setting out for our first walk with all of us together, I found that the adult crew were easily trained too....note how Lesley is carrying poo bags and Joe is carrying my wood!
By the time we returned to the marina the sun was setting & then Muttley went to bed & slept & slept & slept.