20 One Wabbit Run

Felt vaguely wabbit this morning but I had my running breeks on and we went out for our normal jaunt down to the beach and back anyway.  Ragnar was lagging behind at one point and I turned round to see why and saw him retching and drooling yellow and green foam from grass eating.  This is him after I'd wiped what seemed to have come out of his nose away, looking sorry for himself.  (Dogs do this occasionally, he was fine afterwards.)