Sunday morning dawned bright and beautiful, just as forecast, and Lesley and I needed a fix of autumn colours. G emptied the car of coal and we loaded up the four dogs and headed off through Mildenhall to the woods. It would have been quite rude not to stop by at Lesley's Brother and Sister-in-laws' house so that they could come too with their black lab, Bentley. This is where Floyd and Fletcher go on their holidays; my two had never been before, but you'd never know it...relaxed or what?
Quite a few others had the same idea and, at one point, we had a pack of 12 dogs; not a grumble amongst them - even Baxter managed to break into a canter and the occasional game of chase me
That is actually a dog under there (not a powder puff), probably a bitch given the amount of attention she is receiving from the boys.
Feeds the soul doesn't it?
Star romp of the day was Muttley and a 6 month old Dalmatian called Archie.
Brilliant day, we must do stuff like this more often