Out of the door and off up the hill, but at Mr Griffith's house we found that another dog had come to visit. It was Fred, from the daffodil farm, Rosie's brother.
He works all day on the farm, but for a short time, while the barley was being turned, he came for a walk.
He works all day on the farm, but for a short time, while the barley was being turned, he came for a walk.
Up the green lane and over the hill he and Rosie ran and tumbled and maybe remembered being tiny puppies, together in the big shed of straw, when their legs were short and their world was dark and cosy.
They ran and they danced and they tumbled and turned until weary they sank to the green grass to a rest for a while on the top of the hill.
Then off again they galloped, past the badger sets and horses and down the green lane where the farmer was waiting. Fred went back to work, and the dogs came home to where the cat was waiting by the broken gate.
such wonderfully picturesque places to walk or frolic. How wonderful for Rosie to be able to meet up with her litter mate.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny how cats can find the most photogenic places to be - opportunistic or well planned? I wonder if this is planned while we humans think they sleep
Lovely, to see the dogs run and play and rest on the moor, and then to see a ginger cat by that blue gate, what a pretty photo!
ReplyDeleteI have an award for you on my blog, if you accept them...if not, just wanted you to know how much I enjoy yours!
Great photos!!! The boundless energy of these animals is so fun to see. I love your commentary too:)
ReplyDeleteI used to have a lovely Collie Meg(bought from the Northern Welsh hills for I think 25 pounds? and "a pound back for luck")and your photos brought back the speed and energy and mischief great fun!
ReplyDeleteLovely pics Many Thanks
what a great post of rosie and her bro.
ReplyDeletehave a wonderful week.
I love seeing dogs so happy and at play.
ReplyDeleteWith reference to Val's comment, Rosie was swapped for a bottle of fine Welsh whiskey from the Penderin Distillery. Maurice and me were swapped for a copy of Lord of the Forest (one tiger for two kittens) and Elmo cost a copy of The Snow Leopard.
ReplyDeleteNow Fred knows where Rosie lives he keeps calling to see if she wants to go out and play.
I hope for his peoples' sake that Fred doesn't have the er, varied diet that Rosie does!!
ReplyDeleteThey look lovely together... if a tad wet!!
I love that these wonders came to you without money being exchanged. Everyone knows dogs and cats are beyond the price of mere money.
This daffodil farm you have mentioned...does it bloom, or are they all cut before they bloom? I'd love to see a photo.
ReplyDeleteOff to the daffodil farm later on a mission fr Chris.
ReplyDeleteThis time of year my house is full of daffs from the farm, small vases of sunshine.
Jackie
Wow, Fred is much bigger than Rosie, isn't he? Lovely to see them playing together - do you think they remember eachother? I think so. I want to get a kitten for Bac, but I'm having to employ sneeky pursuasion tactics which take time!
ReplyDeleteOh to run and frolic like that without any cares!
ReplyDeleteLove to hear that the barter system is still alive and well in Wales!
Purrs Goldie, Shade and Banshee
We think you have a children's picture book text there...really! Love your blog everyday here in Connecticut:)
ReplyDeleteGingers, your blog remains part of my "minimum daily requirement". Thank you for sharing your adventures with us. KarenLR
ReplyDeleteOh what a wonderful romp.
ReplyDeleteFred look quite big!
ReplyDeleteDear Rosie,
ReplyDeleteYou are on my blog today to explain french people how beautiful is the green colour of your landscape (and of course, how pretty girl you are).
I didn't ask the permission to your mother, but i'm pretty sure she is ok.
Sure too, every one will ask me if you are mine. As they asked it for your brothers and sister cats, when i talked about them last month.
Not for the moment of course, but, listen, if one day, you find your mother too severe, don't worry, i'll be your second mother.
Oh, by the way, i don't speak about the things you eat every week ?
Love for you and all your family, from France.
Véronica