Lesia returning from a morning run with Tia in the “Cow’s Field”, the field on the far side of the bridge crossing Thurlaston Brook. There is something about the “Cows Field” that appeals to the dogs, particularly on morning walks; probably a combination of the open pasture to run around in, and the scents of overnight wildlife. Whichever route we take, the dogs run ahead and wait at the gate onto the bridge in the hope that the walk will be taking that way. Once in the field, Lesia forgets her age, and runs around with Tia, puppy like, stopping to find and follow scents. I have to be careful to limit her activity; otherwise she will overdo it, and will suffer later. It’s a difficult balance to manage – sometimes she still thinks she is a young dog, capable of running for miles, but we have to remember that she is now 11. I hope that I am as active when I am 82, as one web site calculates herb human-equivalent age.
She's too precious. They don't seem to realise that they cannot do everything anymore. Wish we could reason with them and explain the hows and whys. Fav
Fantastic photo. Funny when I first saw this picture, I was like "this is Shepherdman's Wife" only to find out it was you ... you two definitely have a wonderfully unique style to your photography - plus where you live it's just absolutely gorgeous! I hope you two make up books and don't just have these lovely photos online.
