Pepper is not enjoying her house arrest one little bit and I feel so sorry for her.  But it has done her leg a world of good as she is far less hoppity, and has almost forgotten to limp….. almost.

So, feeling that Pepper’s mental health was important too, I took her on a very short, barely noticeable little teensy-weensy dog walk – just down to the burn and back, to look at the wild primroses and say hello to any horses and ponies we might meet on the way.

We didn’t go far and it was very clear that Pepper was not going to be held back.  She raced off despite me saying no.

Still, I said hello to everyone in this field.

And thought to myself that the wild primroses this year were looking truly spectacular.

They grow either side of the burn on steep hills so no one really bothers to go and eat them.

It must be that, or they just don’t like the taste.  I don’t know – I’ve never tried.

(So obviously I now go and Google whether primroses are edible and apparently they are – but this is according to AI so possibly not actual science-based truth and more likely a huge lie since they also think Lambie is a cat, when he was originally called Pongo so I rest my case.)

Google Search –  “The flowers have a mild, slightly sweet flavor and can be used in salads, garnishes, or to make cordials and wine. The leaves can be eaten raw or cooked, similar to other leafy greens, and have a slightly more bitter flavor than the flowers”

Anyway, the wild primroses are everywhere and we will not be eating them for supper.

Ted – fully cured of his poorly-paw.

And Pepper who is still limping a little so I am trying hard not to give in to her desperate pleadings of more walks.