My poor Caesar and Jake have had a bit of trouble resettling into our new home.
Where previously they had five miles of sand and sea uninterrupted by visiting dogs and then last year 50 acres of Ancient Woodland to wander through, they are now in a tiny little house with a tiny little back yard and forests, sea and sand are nothing but a distant memory.
I do my best to get them out and about but the manners of some dog walkers is so bad, I prefer to take my boys out late when no one else is around.
I leash my dogs when in any public area and if I am in a place I deem safe, like the land I cared for or the beach when it is empty, then they get to run free, even Jake if I am sure he can't do a quick escape act.
But for us, at this time, there are few places we can truly walk with any enjoyment and I am actively seeking a place they can have a good couple of hours to meander in at least once a week.
A dog will stay with its pack and I am my boys pack leader, but I think if they had their way, they would be off and away back to Harlech in a heartbeat.
