Sunday, 30 August 2015
Coco is sleeping like a sweet little innocent. She spent last night outside (her choice) hunting. When I opened the door this morning I was greeted with a stained and bloody doorstep and her haul for the night...a teenage rat, a large mouse, and some tiny headless creature. She strolled in, ate a hearty breakfast and flaked out on the sofa.
I took Dobson through the small gate to the barley field - his first experience of it this year. He trotted out there very happily, romped through the field, happily sniffing and chasing his ball.
He was happy, until we reached a certain corner of the field - it backs onto the old school playing field - and then he began to growl, tail between his legs, refusing to move forward. I tried to cajole him into moving, but he wouldn't. Eventually I clipped his lead on and ran him away from there, making a game of it and he settled down.
Our walk continued, peacefully, happily. His nose got a workout and so did his legs. All seemed well with the world. We turned the final corner and home came into sight, that was it then. He scooted, ran for all he was worth, not looking back, until he reached the safety of the small garden gate.
To his credit, he did stay and watch to make sure that I got home safely...
Now he is safely snoozing in his bed, under my work table. Poor lad, I'll never know what happened to him in the two years before we got him, all I can try to do is build up his confidence, bit by bit.
Poppy, I thought you may like to see Max and Merry, they are sitting right next to me...
Merry is watching 'The Gruffalo's Child', Max is snoozing.