We were looking after our friend's 2 dogs a couple of weeks ago. 10 days with 4 dogs was quite an experience. Our visitors, blonde bombshell Jazz and stately gent Archie, were beautifully behaved but Minty was not the hostess with the mostest, unless it was the mostest growling and barking. After a couple of days Jazz decided she didn't have to take that crap from Minty and a few spats ensued. So we were never far from a scrap for over a week!
That said, it was fun too and when we were out walking or running peace broke out.
I took these pics out walking one lunchtime. It had been bright sunshine all morning so it didn't occur to me to take a coat. Until we parked up at Bamford Rec and I saw the ominous grey skies looming. Whoops.
We strode down the old railways track with chilly briskness as it tried to chuck it down. Luckily the rain didn't quite materialise and by the time we reached the stepping stones at Bamford, the sun had reappeared. Hallelujah!
The field before the river was fabulous. Empty so they could be off the lead and they made the most of it - racing around at top speed, running and careening, barking and chasing. It was glorious to watch such doggie happiness.
I couldn't resist tying them up again! He he he...
Minty and Shelagh are happy to be back to normal now that Jim and Stacey have returned from their holiday. But their relief will have been as nothing to poor old Archie's! What a gentle, stately old gent he was but his patience with the flightier girls was wearing thin....he ended up pleading with us to let him sleep in our bedroom for some peace and there he slept for the last few nights, good as gold at the foot of the bed.