Poor old Flynn has had a really upset stomach lately. He has a cast iron stomach usually but this time it went on and on. It mystified me as he had not had anything out of the normal to eat. I thought it was about time to take him to the vets, as I was making a call for an appointment, I saw him out of the window eating the windfall pears in the orchard.
All sorted now, a clean orchard and a hell of lot less, smelly dog.
