I snapped a series of pictures the other the day of the dogs conversing with the neighbours.  Well it was the neighbour’s dog but in their world it was their neighbour for real.  The camera was on zoom so the pictures aren’t great but it was a comical meeting with much, and I mean much, barking.

Just like an English person trying to converse with someone who speaks another language, when the voice got louder and louder but understanding does not necessarily increase, the dogs seemed to be barking louder and louder with no improvement in understanding.  Oh I know it was a dominance thing but Fortnum and Mason are so “human” sometimes I get carried away!

This is dog by the way.  Yes, dog is his name.  This is a hunting dog you see so no need for fancy names, indoor beds or food every day.  This is a dog that works for his living and to eat he must first find his prey.  Aside from that he’s quite placid in nature – not vicious at all – but trained to do a job which he does quite well.  Except when he doesn’t and he’s being rushed to the vets by Doug to repair the deep lacerations made by the wild boar.  Oooo, it’s gross I can tell you.

Fortnum and Mason bark loudly when the can see Dog in the distance and love to commune up close.  There is only so much barking you can take though and this is what happens when you shout shut up!

Immediate attention!  And in little basset’s case.  He comes running home to see me.

I think he rather embarrassed himself in the dog world.  Running back home. Phewee that’s for soft dogs.  He did hot foot it back to see if he could get back into the conversation.

I think Dog was disgusted at such behaviour as he promptly huffed off back to his kennel.

I suspect that Doug’s other dogs will have heard all about the two woos dogs living next door.  The ones that think hunting is to leap up and head for the kitchen the moment they hear the fridge door opening!