We’ve had company on our dog walks for the last week – Richard, my friend further up the Lane, has been looking after Chase for his sister, who is in Australia for three weeks. Odd name for a dog – when he was named they couldn’t possibly have known that he would have a tendency to be deaf to commands, combined with a lack of road sense. There has certainly been some chasing going on. Earlier today, on a walk around the quarry, all three dogs went running after a spaniel, the companion of a runner who came up expectantly behind us. My two came back after a bit of barking, which understandably the owner found a bit disconcerting, but Richards dog responded even less promptly. I don’t know what the owner thought when apparently, from Richards shouts, our dogs were being instructed to chase his.
For the first couple of walks Lesia and Tia ran around together while Chase did his own thing. Now they are mostly playing and interacting together quite happily.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
