Daisy-Mae, what's that on your face?

We're out for a walk in The Park.

Daisy-Mae ! What's that on your face. Come here - it's a leaf.

"I can't help it Dad. The wind blows them onto me and they stick in my fur."
You are such a grubby child !
"Yes but you still love me, don't you Dad ?!"
Of course I do.

 Si the DogBlogger.