Our last housesit was in the picturesque Wiltshire countryside not far from Marlborough. It really isn’t far at all from the Cotswolds, as the crow flies. Which makes the transition between housesits much more relaxing and less time-consuming.
Double doesn’t always mean trouble.
Which of course Bess and Molly are far from being trouble. More akin to being a double act of keeping each other company, and enjoying a quiet life. They are incredibly tolerant of each other as you can see by how they sleep together. With a significant tendency to enjoy more than one snooze a day. They are affectionate dogs with each other and humans alike.
Never too far from us whenever we are in sight. With Molly needing more reassurance that all is well within her world. Which of course it is.
Bess is the larger of the two, being a mix of Labrador and Retriever. Then there is her constant companion Molly, the Welsh terrier who makes up for her statue with her stamina to keep up with Bess, her more sizable and loyal best friend.
On occasions, Molly’s quiet laidback demeanour transforms into a feisty attitude, with a “do not mess with me”. Bess will also add her thoughts to the noisy exchange as you do when your close confidant needs support in making her feelings known. Of course, this is done from a distance when those pesky deer who dare to wander around their backyard.
How presumptuous of those deer! I might add here that they are hard to capture with a camera when in full flight and when hiding behind trees!
Then when it comes to our walks, all is so peaceful as we quietly amble along the paths. UNTIL, a certain four-legged species on a leash, appears within sight. Well, what another transformation more vocal than when the deer arrive in their backyard. The fracas soon wanes as quickly as it came and we depart company from the said interlopers of our peaceful walk. With all resuming their own sense of equilibrium as we carry on for them to sniff and view the previous dog’s DNA [newspaper]. For us humans it is of no interest, for dogs, it is a different matter.
Where do we walk?
Mainly around the paddocks and one which is rather large approximately 100 acres. At the beginning of the week, we could zigzag across the paddock. With the wonderful fine weather, it has now been ploughed and out of bounds for us all. We are restricted to the boundaries which are a privilege I must admit. Back in NZ, most farmers I know would not appreciate walkers and especially those with dogs.
There are variations in our walks, as some have us passing quaint thatched homes with questionable names such as “Whichway Cottage” and “The Bungalow”. It would seem most homes in the U.K. are named, which is fun working out how they got such an original or if the case may be an unoriginal name.
Walking with Bess and Molly, our daily walks are not long, just enough time out to add a fresh perspective to their day and get that daily constitutional out of the way.
Until next time X