Mid morning I realized I had two dogs missing, Toby and Blottie. Blottie is certainly her mother and grandmother's daughter when it comes to tracking and a strong drive to hunt. Found the hole in the fence. I had to be in town for my Mum, so rang my husband, David at work and he said he could come home to start the search. I returned from town just after midday to search. David had just come back to base, because of the call of nature. I told him where I would start searching and poo pooed the notion of taking a mobile phone with me. I don't use a mobile phone, but after today I may concede to using one if dogs go off again, because David came out of the toilet after I had left, to then find Blottie and Toby had returned on their own steam. He then spent a hour and a half trying to find me. When he did eventually find me, I said, "You are good at tracking, if I was prey and you had, had a shotgun you would of had me." He replied, "Every time I kept hearing you calling the dogs and then me calling to you, and you did not hear and kept moving on. I wish I had, had a bloody shotgun." We both laughed, joined hands and walked the mile or so home together with a good colour to our cheeks.
“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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