Our lovely friends Emily and Ed who have just bought the house at the beginning of our village [its the one just above my head in the photo below] have recently acquired a new member of their family, Marcel is a Pyrenean Mountain Dog and although only five months old, is already the size of an Alsatian.
Anyway he’s is so adorable and just loves everyone and showers them with licks and just wants to be loved by all, he is also a definite mummies boy.
This particular breed of dog dose not require huge amounts of exercise so dosn’t warrant being walked especially whilst still a puppy.
So when Emily set off to meet me for a walk with her other dog Humphrey, Marcel was left staring at them heading off down the sunflower lined path.
Ed has been desperately trying to secure their land with fencing and today reached a landmark by fitting the final gate to keep the dogs in, a major achievement considering its been 33 degrees for the last few weeks.
As i mentioned Marcel is a big puppy, he’s a big fur ball but beneath all the fur he’s actually quite a slender chap, so having stared at us going off into the distance and I’m sure thinking “i want to be with them” managed to squeeze under a very tiny gap in the gate. [ i have to mention at this point that the lady they bought Marcel from had warned then that this breed of doggy is prone to wandering off on on the odd constitutional]
Emily, Humphrey, Barnaby and i had all finished our walk and were home, in fact i was about to start cutting the grass when i saw Ems walking past my fence, she had got home to discover that Marcel had decided to join us on our walk and was missing with out permission.
So off we set to hunt for Marcel Marcel, i call him this name as i like the double barrel sound of it.
Emily headed off to scour the village and i headed for the fields to see if i could spot the big white fur ball, and as Ems rejoined me we indeed spotted a spec of white cotton wool in the distance and yes it was Marcel Marcel, who after hunting for us and not finding us had decided to make his way home, he’s a very clever puppy.
But the hill leading up to Emily & Eds house is very steep and he’s just a puppy, so as soon as he got to us he decided to lay down for a good rest [well this escape artist malarkey is very tiring]
So the only thing to do with a big white fur ball is to carry it home, which is what Ems and i did in turns, hence the photo below that Ems took.
Whilst carrying him i kept thinking of how many calories i was burning off and how many glasses of red wine that would equate to……