My friend Hintza has come to stay with us again, just for two nights this time, so I’m going to take him on a couple of my walks while he’s here. He was hoping to have a catch up with Bilbo, Freddie and William but they’ve been despatched to the kennels as their humans have got some functions to attend. How mean can humans be. Their lives should revolve around us pups.
Anyway, Hintza arrived after lunchtime and we spent the afternoon relaxing before we had our tea and then went out for a walk at Manswood. Here we are walking down the track until we got let off our leads – before we got out of the car a big fat pheasant walked right by and mum didn’t want us rushing across the road to chase it… she has no sense of adventure.
Hintza trotted on ahead as if he knew which way we were going to go.
He spends all his time sniffing… must be a boy thing, or maybe the sniffs here are better than the ones over in the New Forest. If he’s not sniffing then he’s weeing.
Mind you, I have to confess that he did manage to find some pretty splendid smells that even I couldn’t resist.
I showed him the feather log but today there were no feathers and only a couple of the woven bracelets were left.
We were only doing a short walk so we took the path up towards the old tumbled down cottage.
And then we took a shortcut along the the bridle way.
Hintza is very good at his recall. Every time mum called him or whistled, he stopped and ran back straight away, without even finishing his sniffing or looking. I usually stop and give her a ‘do I have to?’ kind of look before I run back, especially if I know there are no yummy treats in her pocket.
Towards the end of the walk he’d got me having a sniff at everything too. He was a bit interested in this slug that didn’t appreciate having a cold wet nose sniffing it.
We’ll be doing longer walks tomorrow but for now this walk was over and it was time to get back in the car.
He has the back seat which has been covered with a big cover so that he doesn’t make a mess of the seats… his little golden hairs get everywhere! So do mine, but because they’re black they don’t show up. BOL if I’d been a golden spaniel mum would have got a car with tan coloured upholstery!
What a poser…
Home again and Pickle has got a hungry tummy so she’s being brave and walking right past Hintza. He’s being a good boy and ignoring her.
Tripe time! I don’t mind sharing my tripe, as long as we both get some.
Bed time now – if the weather’s nice tomorrow we’ll be doing some nice walks and I might persuade mum to do another blog… whoa, that would be two days in a row…