Moz and I were finally taken back to the Wild today. We have been imprisoned in nice warm soft beds ever since the Disappearance of the Humans, followed by the Eternal Presence of Humans. Those were (and still are) some of the best months of my life: spending cold mornings curled up on a beanbag/someone’s bed/the old mattress we were given, especially when the beanbag was in front of the heater, with the Givers of Food and Belly Rubs always around. But it is still amazing to get out to the streets now, and now we can go into the Wild too!
FIRST WALK IN THE NATURE RESERVE! Yes! We haven’t been there since before the latest Disappearance of the Humans, before the start of the Eternal Presence of Humans. It was as exiting, if not more, than the First Walk in the streets after the Eternal Presence. (I’m not sure if I would say the Eternal Presence is over, but it’s not Eternal at the house, so I don’t care.)
Just some lockdown pictures and random bits of information of and about the dogs – Chloë the Basset Hound and Marshall the exactly one-eighth Bluetick Coonhound (raccoon hound) and 7 eighths pure foxhound who looks exactly like a Bluetick.
First walk in centuries! These people never take me out these days!
The moment they picked up the leads I knew it – the days of oppression are over! First thing out the gate – sniff the other side of it. Haven’t smelt (smelled?) that cubic centimetre in forever