Normally it's the cats I turn to when blogging has either got too depressing or too difficult, but today it's the dogs.
The three Bassets revel in the luxury of their alfresco play area to, er, fall asleep in the sunshine.
It's been a difficult old year so far, but a wag from each or any of these hounds somehow makes it better every time. They're gifted dogs. Not to mention boneidle.