Dogs have a good life if they are part of a loving family, don't they?
I suppose Border terriers are really working dogs, bred originally in the Border area between England and Scotland for ratting and rabbitting. But although a few are still working dogs, round here many are kept as household pets and apart from her morning and evening walks round the fields, when she chases (but never catches) the rabbits and pheasants, Tess is here in the house with me.
Her habits during the day never vary - especially in the Winter months. She moves with the sun (if it is shining). As we face South she can always find a sun beam on a carpet somewhere that is wide enough to stretch out on and take full advantage of. If the sun stops shining then it is basket by the Aga (complete with schnoozle blanket) or in front of the woodburner if it is going.
Her favourite place of all is the stairs and she moves from landing to landing as the sun moves round. Yesterday friend D, just before he went home to Windermere, took a photograph of her and this morning he e mailed it to me. I have stored it so safely in my computer that I can't access it!! So I have just taken another of her in exactly the same place - and here it is. She is to be cut in a fortnight and will become a completely different dog on the outside - on the inside she will remain the same, a dog who loves rabbits, food and home comforts in that order.