It's been one of those years.
Dieta is ageing quite a bit now. After about three to five miles in a day she's just worn out.
Her hips are getting stiffer, she no longer jumps into the car but has to be lifted in.
She's always been a scavenger but these days the results of that are spectacular and unpleasant. I'm hoping this is just her eating rotting dead stuff and getting nastily upset stomachs from it. As a result I need a new mattress and hall carpet...
However before subjecting the old girl to veterinary tests, we're trying an anti-scavenging approach and she doesn't get out of the house without a muzzle on. She is less than impressed with this.
Fortunately she rapidly forgets she has it on and trots along happily.
She's still terribly barky when Chester winds himself up.
Here she is last weekend with her muzzle on.

And with her pals at the cottage in the wilds. 3 giants (The delightful Harley was visiting) and a Westie in a small cottage means a big trip hazard. Corrie, my mother's Westie, used to attack Chester on sight but they have both mellowed which is good.

And trying to drink the River Don dry. She's always been a big drinker - watching the four of them competitively drinking the water bowls dry was a funny sight.

And isn't this a girl desperately needing a haircut.

She's still wonderful to have around, and I'm hoping for more gotcha days from her. I got Dieta in a hurry after the beloved Fizzy died suddenly in May 2011, Dieta was completely unlike Fizz in every respect other than being a female giant schnauzer. But in her own way she too captured my heart. And still holds it between her paws.