Dog Walking the Dachshund in Dorset

Bertie our three year old mini dachshund is always up for a walk. Considering the tiny legs that he has his stamina is something akin to Eddie Izzard running three marathons in one day. This is even more remarkable considering that he popped a disc in his spine whilst getting out of his bed 6 months ago leaving him paralysed and requiring an operation that literally saved his life. 
BertieHe likes a walk anywhere: in the woods, up to the kids school, in the park...but his favourite place to walk is across the beach and on the cliffs with the wind blowing his ears as he trots along sniffing out the smells of the sea air. 

For a little thing he can walk for miles and even when his human friends are exhausted he still finds the energy to go bounding up to a canine coming the opposite way woofing with the attitude that belies his small form. 

Today he was in his element. Bertie took to the South West Coast path in West Dorset from Abbotsbury to West Bexington and back.The wind was blowing 50mph, the air was full of spray from the breaking waves mixing with splatters of rain from the sky. Onward he trotted his ears flapping about in the breeze, faithfully following his family, as we sought out the tea and cakes at the cafe beyond. 


For him just a bowl of water which he stubbornly and characteristically refused. As I write this he has taken up his usual position asleep on the sofa dreaming of clouds scudding across the sky, sheep and seagulls. Tomorrow he will be back to the beach. 









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