Image: Tereza Hošková
Patch loved the autumn for one simple reason.
He could lay in the fallen leaves unseen as the postman approached. Not that he had anything against the postman rather it was a case of being able to hide, which he loved to do, and scaring the postman, which he also liked to do.
So here he was, hidden amongst the leaves as the postman approached. At the last minute, he’d pounce, jumping up at the postman as he rode by. Today the postman stopped reached over and patted the head of the wagging tailed dog. They were great mates nowadays.