Just had a bit of fun on a Sunday, when earlier my Father-in-law returned our son, Thomas, who had been out yesterday with his Granddad watching deer. We thought the gates had been shut, so on going out to have a chat, allowed the dogs to follow us on out and by the time we realised the gates were open, Smudge, Jessica, Primrose, Henry and Blottie had disappeared. We live rurally with several areas of copse around us, so dream country for spaniels.
Henry and Primrose returned not long after leaving and I then found Blottie just down the road, making her way back. She is only five months old and luckily she probably was on the tail end of Mum, Smudge setting off hunting, so missed the break and decided it best to make her way home. So this left Smudge, who today has just come off curfew of being on heat and Jessica still AWOL. Even though Jessica lost her leg over a year ago, she is very mobile and still loves to hunt. With these two it would be probably more luck than judgement to find them. See Smudge and Jessica suffer from an affliction called selective hearing and once on a scent the only sense receiving signals to the brain are their noses.
Thankfully after an hour of me looking for them one way and my husband the other way, my husband rang me to say he had found them and I could hear them making those excited-ed noises dogs do when out and enjoying themselves. By the amount of Roe deer we saw about the place, Smudge like her Mother, Millie may of been having high hopes.
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
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