Homeward bound

I used to know the woods like the back of my hand when I walked our last dog, Rory. However, things have grown a lot over the past four years and it amazes me how much Rory and I must have done to keep the paths well worn on our daily walks. Poor Bertie is having a harder job as he is a much smaller dog than Rory but he loves his adventures all the same and if it gets too hard for him to push through the long grass, he waits and follows in my footsteps. He’s a very clever wee fellow.