What a day this has been, I was looking forward to a nice restful day after the birthday party excitement but all my human pets wanted to go for a walk and so I obliged. It seemed to me a waste of time, just me and them and so I invited some friends to come along. My BF Basil joined us plus Alfie and Harvey too, they are from the Spaniel tribe.
We set off in two short kennels to a little village called Burwash, East Sussex not very far from my bearded one’s daughter’s house.
Burwash was the home of Rudyard Kipling and his house, called Batemans, is now a National Trust property. It is here in the extensive and beautiful surrounding countryside that we walked for miles and miles and miles.
My friends, unfortunately being respectively a Labrador and a couple of Spaniels, are compelled by their DNA to find, investigate and plunge into water wherever their divining mechanism detects it, they cannot help it. On this walk they got really wet and muddy! My human pets were not amused. I was quite clean and dry and just a little smug.
Even as a clean dry dog I was not allowed in the house of Batemans. When it was time to leave it appeared that the short kennels in which we had arrived, were parked at least another hour’s walk away. In the interests of my aged pets health, it was agreed that they would stay and rest while their daughter and other younger humans and us dogs walked back to fetch the short kennels. This created a problem for me as I am a shepherd. I kept having to run back to fetch them until I was put on a lead.
My photo today is the gang of us.