A brave little soul.
Parsley, who has only recently become aware that we are his people and that getting cuddled by us is the best thing since sliced mice, is getting more and more adventurous. Most days he strolls with Maxi and I on our walks but only for about a hundred meters or so.
Well, this morning he again followed us with his peculiar gait and guttural voice. He doesn't meouw but more hums out of his throat with the pleasure of being included. Maxi knows his sound and enjoys his company. So much for fighting like cat & dog!
So this morning, a morning where we ( or rather I ) decided to walk the pond route ( about 1,5 kilometres ) the faithful Parsley was right alongside us at the start. The turn we took was new to him but he hopped along behind us until he realized that we were heading into unknown territory and I could almost read the indecision in his little face. Should he turn around or follow us?
Brave as a lion he decided to follow us but made sure to mark his path along the way. Maxi and I have quite a pace and every few meters I stopped and turned to call him. Gosh, he loved that and galloped to close the gap to us. A quick cuddle and on we went. The whole way around the pond, skirting forests and fields and the unknown, which must have been quite scary for Parsley. Yet, follow us he did.
The whole way he focused on us and didn't waver or get drawn into the attraction of a new bit of forest. The mice were diving under rustling leaves but he kept on the straight and narrow, always a few feet behind us. Eventually we got back to our house and once he noticed the familiar driveway he sprinted up it, straight to his food bowl. Yes, he was hungry after such a long and brisk walk.
Needless to say that after a hearty breakfast he passed out on the grass, recuperating in the sunshine and catching many ZZZZs. Such a darling, such an adventurer and such a brave little one...
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