King of the hill:
[note: in this picture he is wearing one of Pilau's coats. It is, much to his dismay, an old man coat. I think he looks rather cute. He is wearing it because Sally the Groomer stole his own fur coat, just as the weather tilted to awful.]
Most winter mornings, we walk up to the top field. Not so much in the Summer, because of the cows and, more particularly, the bull. And every time we go up there, we go up onto the little field at the top of the hill. And Carrot always races me to that spot, and then sits there gazing out across the field and valley. I have patience for about ten minutes, with the high winds and rain knocking me about. I'm pretty sure he'd sit up there for an hour, if I let him.