Maya
On an evening walk in Autumn woods. She demands a walk nearly every day, and we go (rather too slowly for me and Millie our dog) around the farm and through the woods. If she sees a dog walker in the distance she disappears into a hedge or bush and waits until I give her the all-clear. If she misses the afternoon walk she is restless all evening, complaining loudly. Sometimes I am forced to take her by torchlight . . .
Maya
On an evening walk in Autumn woods. She demands a walk nearly every day, and we go (rather too slowly for me and Millie our dog) around the farm and through the woods. If she sees a dog walker in the distance she disappears into a hedge or bush and waits until I give her the all-clear. If she misses the afternoon walk she is restless all evening, complaining loudly. Sometimes I am forced to take her by torchlight . . .