Thursday, December 31, 2009

Washing muddy dogs: the glamour of my life

Miniature wire haired dachshund bath

Poor Posetta. Having such a low undercarriage means a dunk in the Bristol sink after every walk. That low slung tum picks up mud, twigs, and all manner of grime which I then get to wash off.

Emily & I had a wonderful walk on the 27th. The light mid-afternoon was extraordinary. We headed off with all three dogs up the cart track to the pines by the disused railway bridge:

Northamptonshire countryside

And then down past the frozen fishing lakes:

Teasles frozen lake

The dogs started to concentrate on the business of getting as muddy as possible:

Jack Russell & Miniature wire haired dachshund

There are still sloes on the blackthorns:

sloes Blackthorn

As we crossed the disused railway line, the sun came out over the hill towards Canons Ashby House and Priory in one direction,

Canons Ashby

Amd towards Eydon in the other.

Northamptonshire countryside

I am going to miss this countryside. We've lived here for nearly twenty-five years, but I think the house will be sold in 2010, and so we will move away, probably never to return. It's been a very bittersweet Christmas for that reason.