I’m a creature of habit but once in a while I like to ‘jump over my shadow’ (German saying) and try something different. To make the most of a beautiful winter’s day – in the Southern Hemisphere – I decided to go out and explore a little and ended up in the Sherwood Arboretum. It’s a beautiful park by the river, which provided lots of new sights and smells for the sausages.
My sausages are very picky when it comes to making new friends.
They are the (lovable) snobs of the small dog world and pretty much only like other small short-haired pooches, preferably their own kind. The majority of breeds that don’t fit the bill instigate their attack mode and get ferociously growled and barked at – much to the embarrassment of their humans…
When our neighbours got a little border collie puppy by the name of Cooper, I had already envisaged a lifetime of never-ending barking. Much to our surprise and delight (and everyone else’s within a radius of 10k’s!), they have become great buddies and occasionally get to hang out together.