Trust

Monsieur Escalier supervising the loading of his hay bales

It’s a beautiful day here, blue skies and sunshine but cool enough to do stuff outdoors.

The farmers have cut the fields and have been busy collecting the hay bales.  The wide open fields tempted us to let Rick off his leash and run free.  He ran like the wind, clearly loving the freedom and space but our hearts were in our mouths and we felt a moment of panic when he disappeared into the undergrowth at the side of the field.  He eventually came back to our call but Paul quickly put him back on his leash.  Moments later, as we walked through the woodland, a big stag ran across the track in front of us.  Phew, a close call.  We need to feel more confident that he will come back to us before we feel comfortable letting him run free.

It was a pleasant walk, past the horses and up into the chestnut woods.  The horses are friendly and always come trotting across to say hello.  Rick is rather nervous.  He says he doesn’t trust men who dye their hair blonde and wear it long.

Last night Rick came over to me when I was sitting in my armchair.  He put a paw on my lap, then two paws and suddenly his front paws were on my shoulders and his head was nestled against my chest.  He gave a big sigh.  I love this dog.