I love Dogs me...

He looks quite a character, Spriddler.

Full of life & fun Spriddler, what a little corker

He certainly is a character, and a great pal.

He likes to smell the flowers,

and go out poshed up on the pull with my son,

and after a long walk of 4 miles or so over the fields we both have a drink and a biscuit and 'Quiet Time'.

I had some tee shirts made for summer walks!

He looks a real "Bobby Dazzler", Spriddler. We've always taken on rescue dogs, ranging from 6 months to 5 years when we've adopted them. We just like the idea of giving a dog a second chance - and missing out on all that puppy "playfulness" has never seemed a bad thing to us!

My 9 year old Jasmine was a rescue along with Millie who sadly went to Rainbow Bridge in Jan. 

They both desperately needed a second chance and boy did they get it!! They developed into amazing characters, full of life and fun. I've gone down the puppy route this time and can't say I regret it. Angus and Isla are brilliant pups and a real credit to their breeder. 

Off to Somerset in the van tomorrow. First time for the pups. Wish me luck.🐾🐾🐾

Gill

Thank you, a sensible reply, nod yes I agree with all the guidelines and would not let my dogs foul the site but sometimes accidents do happen, and I am a 'picker up'. It's just the urinate thing I struggle with although as I say not on pitches and my bitches don't 'cock their legs'. I will keep up instructing them 

It seems that Molly One Ear must've picked up the wrong instructions when she was a pup as she cocks a leg! 

Another beautiful day in the making, out with the Dogs again, pre dawn again, all 3 of us happy again. No excited running nor 360dg circles nor speeding away & back again, today Young un & Her Mum were walking & jumping up my legs for a stroke & ear rub. I may think I understand Dogs but I don't really. I often wonder why considering they are creatures of habit their early morning walks generally start differently, they don't do moody but they do high energy/low energy. As long as they're with me I'm happy, it's a canine mystery. Today we chose the short walk but long sit on our log in the near small copse, I was in a reflective mood, I wanted to just drink in the landscape & sunrise, feed my soul & senses. Not fully light & better for that, it's a wonderfully atmospheric time is the pre dawn, only partly lit but with a backing canvas of light created by the sun as it slowly returns to us. The Sun appeared without a fanfare of dazzling colour into a cloudless blue sky. I sat down on the log facing East Young un & Mum reverted to 'creatures of habit' up they jumped. Today I didn't bend over & hug them in my coat, if I had I'd be heading home soon with an aching back. I just extended their sleeping platform(my lap) with my arms for added comfort & security. The relaxed, contented sensations soon overtook me, that near dreamworld I find whilst in the presence of beauty, the landscape stretched out before me with its bucolic allure, the brown ploughed fields replaced by growing wheat & Rapeseed, dotted with hedgerows & copses, my idyll. Along my left ran an uncut ancient hedge with an understorey of brushwood & dead grasses. Slightly to my left in front of the hedge were Rabbits feeding just into the field, nothing could be sweeter. Until I heard a high pitched squealing within the hedge, the Rabbits shot towards us, the Dogs sat bolt upright & I just managed to miss being head butted by Young un. I held the Dogs in place to ensure they didn't investigate. Tail first, reversing from the hedge came a tiny Weasel dragging a kicking Rabbit almost 3 times its size. Now I detest Animal cruelty, but I don't interfere with the natural world. Playing out approx 20 metres in front of us was nature at its most red. I've seen a Stoat dance a couple of years ago, now I'm watching a Weasel killing its prey. I felt uncomfortably privileged. I don't doubt the Weasel knew we were there, it kept glancing our way, but that didn't stop it for one second. It dragged the Rabbit in a half circle then back under the hedge. Within a few minutes, my mouth still open in wonderment, the Rabbits came back out & were feeding as if nothing had happened. I put the Dogs leashes on & slowly left the copse. I'm sat writing this & I can still hear the screaming, it was so unnerving. Enjoy your day.

Hard frost here Rocky. I am always astonished at how large a rabbit a weasel will tackle! It's always sad when something has to die, but I would feel the same if the weasel starved. Have a nice day!

So would I TDA, that's why I never intervene with nature. I've seen hundreds of Weasels over the years but this is a first for me, the screaming of the Rabbit was pitiful. The strength of the Weasel is quite astounding.