B&B send morning sunbathing vibes.
Batshit, on morning dog walk, found... a stick! Well, more the old dried up stalk of some sturdy weed (hogweed?). Off she gambolled, joyfully along the track, like a spring lamb in a dog suit. Of course, she didn't just gambol randomly. She gambolled past Brains, with malice aforethought (but not forethought enough, as we shall see).
Brains, on being gambolled past for the second or third time by Batshit waving the weedy-stick-thing, took the bait, and started chasing Batshit. Along the track, back across a stretch of half-grown wheat ('Dogs! OUT OF THERE!'), along a tramline while leaving the crop, onto a patch of grass - where Brains barked very crossly at Batshit and finally caught hold of one end of weedy-stick-thing. A brief tussle ensued, with various fierce noises. Brains had played with exactly this weedy-stick-thing yesterday and she wanted it back. Batshit should have known this, but memory and forethought aren't really in her skillset.
Unusually, Batshit emerged victorious from the tussle, probably because Brains's end of weedy-stick-thing broke, and charged off up the hill with Brains in hot pursuit, the pair of them raising a nice cloud of dust. Brains chugged to a stop, but Batshit came past again, gambol, gambol. Another telling-off ensued, Brains grabbed weedy-stick-thing, and after a brief struggle wrested it from Batshit. She proceeded to destroy it with some very satisfactory crunching noises while Batshit, as unembarrassed as ever, gambolled off to sniff along the verge.
I think Batshit might need a brush. She has just had a good scratch when standing in a sunbeam, and clouds of fur came out.