I think Fortnum and Mason are disgusted with my grass growing capability and have therefore taken to wandering off and getting into mischief as punishment for them not having their green grass to play on.
Let's just say that the Basset owners number one characteristic has been tested to the limit - patience. It becomes a battle of wills as to whether they can stand (or rather sit or lie) their ground and not budge if they don't want to.
They are born explorers using their snouts to sniff out the best there is to find. Here's a few pics on their adventures following a basset break out from my clutches today.
"Not much here either"