He came by this afternoon, unexpectedly as it's Sunday. We took a walk. Taillaut, as ever, was pretty excited to be accompanied in his wanderings. He generally runs a long way ahead. Then zigzags back across fields beside the tracks. Then he surges out of the hedge alongside you, else several feet behind to charge past you. Either way he loves to surprise. And he loves to walk. Well, run.

I fetched the cutters when I got home and went out again to get some mistletoe. He was overjoyed there was to be a second outing, however brief, and waited at every turn to make sure we really were going out again.

He sat outside the house for an hour barking at cars, before heading off at sunset... early tonight, as it's the shortest day of the year.