Well, that was fun!
They were very pleased to see me, and being retrieving dogs, each of them brought me something to welcome me in. Jasmin brought a slipper, which looked rather new, except for the bit of trim that she had obviously decided was surplus to requirements, Willow presented me with a tea towel and Henry seemed very proud of his offering, which was an igloo type cat bed, complete with cat. Fortunately Lyle is used to it and waits for Henry to put it down before making her escape, sauntering off with only the slightest hint of motion induced nausea. How do cats do that, express so much feeling when all you can see is their bottom? Still, she maintained her dignity, and we both agreed not to mention it again.
I put the whistle round my neck, which seemed to be the cue for much excited frolicking, detached Henry's paws from my shoulders, picked up the leads and opened the back of the car. Willow and Henry jumped in, but Jasmin decided that it was far to high for her so I had to pick her up.
We drove to the Forestry Commission, waited for an elderly lady to put her greyhound in her car, (it was quite a small car, and she seemed to sort of have to "fold" the dog into it) then I decanted the dogs and off we went.
It was lovely weather, dry, quite mild and that rather nice wintery sunshine. The path was somewhat muddy though, and on reflection white trainers were not the best choice of footwear. The dogs went running ahead, but responded when told to "wait", so I had no worries about losing them. They really are very well trained, although Henry has now been retired from picking up at shoots, as he decided that he knew what to, didn't wait to be sent and then developed a bad case of pheasant envy, which manifested itself by him stealing other dogs birds, somehow convinced that they were better than his.
Willow did disappear from view momentarily, but a resounding splash indicated that she had flung herself into the wide, water filled ditch with her usual gusto. The crazy cocker careered off into the undergrowth, but was easily spotted as an orange and white blur among the dark trees, and she did come back when called. Henry was very busy sending and receiving "pee mails" , although he did become a bit over excited at one stage and tried to hump Willow. As they are not related I decided to turn a blind eye, but I did get the feeling that Willow was less than impressed, especially as she was trying to have a poo at the time.
We had a lovely walk, then made our way back to the car. Henry jumped in, I lifted a rather soggy, muddy Jasmin in (thank goodness I was wearing Mr P's jacket, which I seemed to have picked up by mistake
. ) Willow did her best to persuade me that she needed lifting too, but I draw the line at risking a hernia with around 6 stone of labrador.
We set off homeward, but had to pull over when my glasses misted up, due to the moisture caused by 3 gently steaming dogs.
My jeans are in the wash, my trainers are waiting for the mud to dry, my legs ache.
Can't wait to do it again! 