There’s nothing like the smell of the sea and wind in your fur.
You’re all on the bench and I’m not? And you have food and I don’t? Not fair!
No really, I do. Just move these bars…
You really think you can get by me without at least an ear scratch?
I didn’t make the mess on the floor. Really.
Mattie expects company on the sofa.
Mattie pretending to be a poor, tender waif left out to fend for herself.
Leash lashing in the making…
Mattie plays with a friend in the park.