There is something marvellous about being out of doors, something that reminds me that I am dog and hear me roar. Or at least bark.
There are so many exciting things to do that it is no wonder that I feel my inner wolf emerge every time I get into some grass or within sight of a tree trunk.
First, there is the most important job at hand. Scent everything in sight. One never knows when or where one is about to meet the love of one’s life, or at least day, so it is important to let her know you are in the area and never mind those other lesser dogs.
Then, there is the business of picking up a scent and identifying it. There are bird scents, squirrel scents, dog scents, human scents and all sorts of other ones, some filed in categories I call “Critters to be Avoided”.
Now there are times when Mum reckons that I have no sense. Well, she couldn’t be more wrong.
I have nose scents.