The third fine day in a row, and time to take the trio back to their favourite haunt, The Loop Track. With a high of 11 degrees celcius the scene is set for a comfortable meander.
The music pulsing through the earphones, was Simply Red, Live at the O2 Arena, London. April 3 2009
Due to the drop of 1080 poison, to kill opussoms, all three dogs are harnessed and leashed. No chance of eating anything that should not be , and dying as a result.
Binka was out in front, pulling Bryson behind him. He even thought the Fantails were fair game, although they were hovering at least six feet above him. His true hunting traits coming to the fore. Bryson was finding it increasingly difficult to go to the toilet. The harness was pulling around his shoulders. Not the most comfortable of positions to be in.
Chelsea the Weimaraner should have been scenting the birds also, however, her nose was planted firmly on the ground, not missing any new smell that had emerged since she was last on the track.
There was only one instance of near disaster, when a slip in the mud, was looking as though it would be soggy trouers for me. However, this calamity was averted with many”wait” commands to the dogs.
Now it is time out on the office bed, until opening time, and another afternoon passes.