Boyz were keen to get the day started. As soon as the garden gate was opened they charged off through the fields at warp speed chasing after critters. I'm glad we don't have to rely on them to catch anything. Their hunting skills are based on never failing optimism and a limitless ability to put hope above experience. In the aftermath of their enthusiastic but fruitless romp in the grass they emerged covered in grass,leaves and twigs and have had to be thoroughly groomed from head to toe. The two of them are now sitting in the courtyard waiting for the gardeners and builders to arrive. Their pristine state will last all of ten minutes before they find some mud to roll in. How in heavens name do championship breeders ever find the time to keep their dogs groomed?
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