The Lee Of The Stone

Barley, a dog, sniffs about at a low stony retaining wall, under the overhanging branches of a decorative spiny bush.

Barley was very intrigued by these rocks for whatever reason. It seemed to be more than a mere interest in a scent left by another passing dog, and I eventually decided to coax her away from the spot. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she had perhaps found the entrance to a mouse nest or somesuch, at which point no good was going to come of her fixating long enough to make trouble for any critters residing therein.