We had a gorgeous dog walk this morning – a tad breezy, but otherwise sunny and mild. It really felt that spring is in the air. We walked down to Croft, which is quite far enough for Lesia (and Chantal) and so they turned back to home, while Tia and I continued on a longer circuit. We met a couple of Briards, which I always thought was a type of sweet bread with bits of chocolate, but turned out to be a large hairy dog.
As we headed back home we crossed the road and re-joined the path that headed back up to Thurlaston Lane, Tia promptly picked up a scent on a path through trees parallel to, but a couple of meters from, the main track and started running at speed away from me, something that she hasn’t done for a while. I called her back but after being given a dog treat she set off again, nose to the floor, once again following the adjacent track through the trees until told to wait.
On her third run she sprinted over a low mound of earth, and to my surprise Chantal suddenly appeared, suddenly standing up from behind the mound, after squatting to photograph wild flowers. She confirmed that she and Lesia had followed the adjacent path through the trees – Tia had been following Lesia’s scent, hence the enthusiasm to find her “soul-mate”
Tia and I once again left Chantal and Lesia to head home along the least strenuous route as we climbed Croft Hill, busy with families and dog-walkers in the pre-spring sunshine. It was glorious on the top, with clear views and a brisk breeze to blow away the cobwebs.
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.
