If I were a Foxhound, I would be outside in that cold today, adrenaline rushing around my body from the cold hitting my nose, in the search of something fun. I can feel the burn now in my hamstrings and the wind whistling through my ears causing my brain to work harder to hear the sounds of my master, the frosty ground generating more excitement and buzz for the fun about to come.
I would be the dark horse, but also a leader of the pack with a burning need to be the first to give the pack direction. I would hear my master command me to work harder, using my nose to find that beautiful scent. I can sense what it would be like to have a pack on my heels… to be the first to lead the pack across a field chasing the trail.
There would be riders and horses dotted around the cover, waiting to scream or alert my master of a direction that we could head in. I can sense the cold air hitting me harder and harder, my blood rushing, the adrenaline flowing around my body heightening my senses and nerves. I cannot feel the thorns prodding me; all I can sense is the wonderful smell of his delicious scent.
I would be the leader, I would find the trail first; Ah, and there we go. I can smell a bit, it’s still there, now getting very obvious and the trail is found… meaning that it’s running time..
The chase is on, the game is on, I can feel the muscles in my body moving quicker than ever before, I can hear the sound of hooves and the blow of a horn in the distance, we are away and it’s a magnificent time. We would be on the stubble, running at high speed, giving ourselves a good time and the punters a good time.
We would run for miles and cross a lot of different terrains all to finish with the sunset. As my master gathers us all together, happy from a fast day
Ah well, that would be if I were a Foxhound, instead I get the better deal of lying here in front of the Aga, as a lazy Labrador, enjoying being thrown scraps from the table.
Ah, retirement; you’re the best.