Credit for this dog-walking tale has to go to my wife. She had Fern, Rush and May on a triple lead when they stood bolt upright like a trio of Meerkats, staring into a field bordered by woodland. They had seen fox cubs. Four of them. It become clear over… read more →
I take my dogs walking first thing in the morning. At sunrise. I have to take them one at a time because all three at once make for an unruly mob who consider the countryside to be their personal theme park.