Old Guard Dog at the Fence

I came across this lovely old guard dog inside a fenced-off field. It was a beautiful autumn day and the low afternoon sun was casting some lovely light through the fence and onto his face and features. He belonged to a foreman working in the field, diligently re-painting lines on a football pitch. The dog was barking a lot but I wouldn’t say he was being aggressive, more like pretend-aggressive. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to bite me or lick me but I didn’t run the risk of putting my hand through the fence, just in case he was giving me the double bluff and fancied some raw meat. He was quite an old boy with grey whiskers but I reckon he could still give a nasty nip if he wanted to.