Two Jack Russell Terriers out and about in a landscape that is simply filled with interesting and stimulating scents and places to root, rummage dig and hunt; what could possibly be better? Thinking about it there's only one thing and that's getting and muddy, filthy and smelly doing what they do best so that can safely be added to the list.
Compared to Lucie Barney is built, as the farmer said, 'like a brick privy', he's just a block of muscle even at twelve years old and a very powerful terrier.
At this point we turn for home via an old orchard and when we get back, after being full of hell and pent up energy, we go to sleep, instantly.
I forgot, they do that really well too.