Yesterday Jon and I watched as Zip laid down in the circles of ashes from my bonfire three weeks ago and rolled like a donkey. He swished his tail, just like Fanny does, and kicked up the dust raising a cloud of ashes to rain down on him.
Then he got up, in his new gray coat, and sauntered out to the marsh.
Today both Fanny and Lulu were laying together in the circle of ashes. Facing in opposite directions so they can cover each others back.
That circle is fascinating, like all circles of love❤