"Butter would'nt melt!"
They say things come in threes and this weekend it has already happened.
One - It's lunch time and I leave my plate with some food left on the coffee table. Tess is asleep so I think it is safe for a few minutes before clearing up. Wrong! This Welsh Springer Spaniel can smell food at 50 paces and is up in a shot and downs the piece of pate in one go, not even a savour or chew. We did pay the price later, if you know what I mean and she sent the rest of the afternoon feeling sorry for herself.
Two - We are late to bed Friday night and put Tess out into the garden as usual only to see a black cat disappearing over the fence. Luckily she did not see the cat but caught the scent and went ballistic tearing around the garden sniffing out every available spot. I don't think I have ever seen her scent quite so frantically before!
Three - A lazy Saturday morning reading the papers and then let Tess out into the garden for her morning constitutional. Suddenly she appears from the bottom of the garden with something in her mouth, what it is it? A baby bird! She dropped it initially but as it tried to fly away she grabbed it again and triumphantly ran around the garden with her prize trying to eat it. It was a bit of a circus trying to catch her and remove it although we succeeded eventually. Perhaps our Welsh Springer Spaniel is trying to tell us she wants to be a real gun dog!!!
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