Bassets are very fickle in their affections. They chop and change who they pay attention to based on (a) whether there is something nice to eat (b) something that will keep them entertained. Not bad criteria you might think and who can blame them.
I mentioned that some of their friends from the lane went away. Well we’ve found some new sheep to be friends with although I think it’s fair to say these sheep are a little more wary and a little less friendly than the other sheep were. Fortnum and Mason are neighbourly types and like to make an effort when it comes to socialising and aren’t easily put off when their new friends run away.
Just as well since these new friends weren’t going to hang around today to see what the bassets were going to do to them.
Such behaviour can be disheartening and any self respecting basset might take offence. Not Fortnum and Mason though, they just like to head off and see what other mischief they can make.
Sorry about the slight shudder on this picture but it’s really hard to capture bassets on the move. There are so many moving parts to contend with!
Within a few minutes the bassets had found a new smell and headed off in search of the source. Even if this required some tricky manouvering through gorse and hanging over a steep bank putting life and limb in danger. Not to mention giving me palpitations that my prize bassets might head down the hill.
Fortnum finally realised that it was perhaps safer to turn back
Mason had already spotted something else more interesting
His only problem was how he was going to get across the patch of gorse to get there.
Undeterred and dragging his partner in crime with him he tip-toed through the gorse to get back on track
Oooo, ooo, that hurts……..
Sissy feet, says Fortnum. I’m not bothered.
What? I told you my feet are not hurting!
Now, where we were we?
Quick, she wants to take our picture again……
Don’t smile, she’ll take more pictures if we do……
My bassets may be trouble and fickle in their friendships but it doesn’t stop them dropping anchor at the gate where their sheep and cow friends used to see them every day. Now that’s what I call friendship.
