Enjoying the freedom of the Paddock, Logan runs at what seems like 100 miles/hour straight at me. At the very last moment, he swerves and misses me by inches. At least, usually he does!
For some reason, he runs with Elma - not at her.
Perhaps it's because Elma knows just the spot on his neck to rub for maximum reward.
And she does it again and again.
When Logan's got his breath back, there are always great smells to enjoy.
Logan's review of Beggshill Bothy... "A Paddock to run free in on one side: a forest with deer and pheasants to glare at on the other: and a cosy cottage in between. What's not to like?"