The sun has got his hat on

It has been a tad chilly when morning has broken over each of the last four days. However the sun has made its presence felt quickly and we have made sure to pester M and D for an early morning walk. I wasn’t sure if Lenny had experienced this degree of the chilliness but I was eager to show him that it’s fun, as well as let him find out the other reason I like cold and frosty mornings. The scents are kept at ground level and we can pull and bay to our hearts content, albeit whilst attached to a human.

We are soon onto our paws and find ourselves heading towards the fields. This is going to be fun as we need to go past “cat corner” so called as there are a number of houses which have our favourite feline friends living there. We tend to be quite noisy when we get close and then try to pull and jerk the leads so we can get a better smell. Sadly, M and D were onto our little caper quite some distance before we got to the feline fun and we were walked to heel. Now, you will understand, this was extremely dull and boring. Even more annoyingly, there were no cats to sniff and bay at, so we trudged on solemnly towards the fields.

Crunch, crunch go our paws as we hit the frosty grass and Lenny’s eyes lit up as he realised there were all manner of smells waiting to be sniffed. Off we go, noses to the ground and pulling left and right. M and D are used to wrangling me, but it seems that Lenny has been watching my shenanigans as he is also good at pulling and scenting at the same time.

Wait for the photo to be taken, then charge!!!

Around the first field, through the gate, around the second field and then into the wonderland that is – the woods. I am not sure that M and D have walked this fast whilst attached to us for some time. That’s ok though, they need the exercise. Emerging from the woods and into the next field we scan the horizon for deer. Only this morning did we see them for the first time in four days, and we made our presence known immediately. Actually I think half the town heard us baying at the deer which stood there just looking at us for an uncomfortably long time for their own good. Maybe they knew we were shackled to humans, who knows. Into the next field we go, sniffing all the squirrels in the little copse and then onto the mile field which is almost a mile in circumference. Lenny has learned to sniff in the field itself whilst I ensure that the critters in the hedgerows are suitably concerned as to the presence of two beagles. Tandem snootering. All the while the sun shines through the trees and we cast long early morning shadows across the fields. In my shadow I look about ten feet tall sometimes. My brother has legs like a giraffe so he already looks about ten feet tall.

Then we are through the copse, still pulling left and right to try and make friends with the squirrels, rabbits and foxes who live there, and back down the hill towards home. For some reason they don’t seem as keen. At this point Lenny has learned that putting on the “beagle brakes” means our walk is extended time wise. I have taught him well, haven’t I?

Come out to play!

We are walked a different route back so we do not have the fun of cat corner and we soon find ourselves looking at the driveway to the house. Once we get home we resume bitey face for ten minutes or so and then flop onto our beds to snooze. Its quite dull and boring being indoors.

Apparently we are solar powered, as we are frustrated if we cannot resume our sniffing and general shenanigans in the garden whilst the sun is out.

Solar powered indeed.

You distract them whilst I poke my tongue out.

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rescuedogdexter

Enjoying life in my forever home. Sharing my contentment with whoever will read my tales. I live in West Sussex, UK.

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