Chester has now firmly established himself in Duffield.
Amongst all the genteel folk and well behaved canines, he has managed to pomote a raid on a remote cottage whilst out on a walk. His prime objective was to retrieve a football - anyone who knows this dog will understand his prediliction for the round ball.
He managed this on our first pass of the cottage.I took the ball from him and was able to return it, relatively undamaged, to the garden. On the return trip he sprinted away from me whilst still 100 metres from the building and disappeared into the undergrowth that led to the garden.
Two minutes later he emerged, proudly carrying a size 5 punctured football in his jaws.
Behind him was a very prim and proper lady, marching purposefully up the hill towards me.
"Would you please put your dog on a lead - he has terrorised the rabbits, terrorised the cickens and terrorised the children"
"Sorry" I say. I put the lead on Chester. He removes the wolfs head that he has been wearing for the past five minutes and we trudge home.
Chester likes Duffield.
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