If I thought the first part of the adventure had taken ages, the next bit seemed to take even longer. She says it didn’t, and that I was just getting a bit excited… but I don’t know so much. The little, winding roads take longer, especially when you don’t know where you are going! But ‘ventually, we parked up in some trees and they let me out.

It had been touch and go. The ball guy had put my leash on a few minutes before we arrived, so he could let me out faster… and I forgot myself. I hold up my paw… the excitement was just too much and I bit clean through the leash. Still, it had been a long one, so they managed, even if it did mean I couldn’t explore quite as well. Except, once they showed me how to get through the funny kissing gate thing, and made sure there were no chaseable things in the fields, they took the leash off and let me run 🙂

We were a long way up the hills by the time they stopped to let me have another drink. I tried to excavate my way into the bag they’d brought with them, but they still didn’t get the message. Well, she wouldn’t, ’cause she didn’t know… and the ball-guy had forgotten that he’d packed my special tennis ball in there. I’m not sure it qualifies as archaeology exactly, but it is a bit ancient these days… still, it is the one I love and I knew it was there!

It is a bit weird this ‘knowing’ business. You might say I could smell it, and, given a few of the places it has been over the years, that is prob’bly true. But I wonder how much they ‘know’ by using all the senses you two-legses pretty much ignore these days? You can learn a lot from the world just by feeling it… and almost as much comes in unawares, if you are just open to it. But, two-legses are weird anyway… and mine more than most!

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