There are very few benches on the vast wilderness of Thorne and Hatfield Moors, but they all mean one thing to Layla. Benches are where I stop for lunch, and so where she might get some food too. So she spends the day (when not chasing deer) scouting for benches and then sitting next to them expectantly.
It works. She wears me down and lunch can turn out to be at 11.30 sometimes.
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