Well, we're back home after another little adventure on the Shropshire Union. I say 'little' but, for me, it was a huge adventure that I'd rather not repeat. We set off on a damp Sunday morning heading for Beeston. He wasn't sure how far we'd get as he's now struggling with Polymialgia and walks were going to be limited as he needed all his energy for doing the locks (although she did help and she did take me for walks). By three in the afternoon, we'd done all six locks and the weather was dry. We'd even seen a bit of sunshine. We moored up somewhere familiar between Bunbury Locks and Calveley, right next to a public footpath. They were planning a walk but I managed to escape and set off at my own pace, on the scent of pheasants. I could hear them calling me but the urge to catch one of those damned birds was too strong. They hid in hedges and flew across fields. I chased them. I have to say, after a while I no longer he...
My owners wanted me to post these pictures and notes to let you know what it's like being a beagle.