This is the side of the house where our little rascal jumped over the fence.  I let him out this morning; came back 2 minutes later, and he wasn't in the yard.  The back yard isn't very big, and I couldn't figure out where he was.  (I did panic!)  This picture was taken after we rearranged the bricks that he must have climbed.  Evi, 2 of those bricks are on the patio for stand- for- exam practice.  The incident reminded us of when Buffy climbed on the woodpile, and was roaming Avenida Cuesta.

 In the afternoon, we went to Feilding to visit Robyn and Tony.  Robyn is my dog club friend that keeps me straight at dog shows; telling me the rules, what classes I can enter, what events are coming up, etc.  Her husband is a deer farmer.
 

We had a nice afternoon walk, and the dogs had a brief swim in a stream.  Rx is definitely half fish!
Robyn is getting a new puppy from Australia.
She breeds her flat-coated retrievers.

 Yesterday I saw a dog that had color markings similar to the rottie, and  learned about the "New Zealand Huntaway, "a large, strongly-built breed of dog used for general sheep herding tasks. They are usually black and tan colored and were bred to use their loud, deep bark to herd sheep. The breed is relatively new, dating as a distinct breed from the 1900s".