It’s seven years since we adopted Finbar. For seven years he has lived in town; his domain is bounded by the garden and stops at the front door. Every morning he has to be forced out of the house to go for a walk which isn’t a city pavement walk, it’s along the river and through the gardens where he has a whole pack of friends. Still, he has to be dragged out, trembling, because he’s afraid I won’t bring him back again. Now he has discovered Tamberlan, the farm named for some very mysterious reason after the Mogul emperor of Marlowe’s play.
Finbar now has a lot of meadow to call his own, and a small road that luckily only sees about six cars a day go past and a few walkers at the weekend. Because he has to charge over to them, barking just to let them know who’s field this is, and I have to go out and apologise. It’s a great way to meet people.
So now, he wants to be outside all the time, and when I say, time to go inside…
45 thoughts on “A new aim in life”
A good looking dog’s life!
He’s at last found a field worth running about in 🙂
Good for Finbar.
It is good to see him happy.
What a lovely new manor for Finbar!☺🐾🐾
He seems pleased with it 🙂
This really made me happy! 😊
A happy dog is a joy to behold 🙂
Oh Bless his Beautiful Soul ❤ 🙂
Finbar wouldn’t care if the whole of humanity dropped dead, but if I’m out of his sight for more than a couple of minutes he’s devastated 🙂
Bless his heart. Did you rescue him?
He came from a refuge in southern Spain, Andalusia. They do horrible things to Galgos there and even the refuges are often attacked because people despise these dogs so much. Finbar is an extremely lucky mutt 🙂
That makes me terribly sad 😦 Thank YOU for rescuing him
People are cruel. Once you know about it, and you have the possibility of helping, it’s hard not to.
Yeah for Finbar🐶🐶🐾
He doesn’t need any more encouragement 🙂
Well fair-haired Finbar looks like he’s found wings
The only dogs that really do fly 🙂
I recognise that look 🙂 Great to see him so at home 🙂
He loves it there. He can run. He’ll just go trotting off, then all of a sudden he’ll accelerate and he’s off, full pelt in a great wide circle until he’s worn out. Sight hounds are so single-minded!
I’ve had sighthounds and know how focused the can be 🙂 He’ll love it there 😉
As long as he doesn’t break a leg…
We had a terrified, rescued sighthound…Cindy…and aquired the field next to the house in Birstall. She ran like the wind and lived to a ripe old age.
I like the symmetry in this story as it touches me. My grandma adopted a young lurcher and she was only happy when she was racing around the fields up at Fieldhead. My grandma couldn’t cope with her though (the dog pulled her off the bus once) and she took her back to the RSPCA. I was devastated.
I can imagine.
Cindy was found, tied up, starving and covered in sores and fleas. My mum put her in my brother’s pram and fetched her home. Our GSD got her eating again and they were inseparable.
Cindy must have disappointed somebody’s expectations, poor thing. I’m glad she found you 🙂
Bless her, she was a beautiful girl too, with the sweetest nature.
I don’t think there are any dogs better-looking, more like nature intended. And they do have amazingly gentle natures.
They are perfectly formed for their function…which defines beauty in orm, in many ways…and such lovely creatures.
I’d love to get Finbar a friend but The land isn’t fenced and no association would let us have a wild Spanish dog without a very high fence.
Keep your eyes open.. you never know what might come along.
Whatever it is, if it needs a home…
I know that feeling… and wish I could…
At Tamberlan there’s room for donkeys. Husband is already having cold sweats about it 🙂
OOOh… you could have some real fun there, Jane. 🙂 Goats are good too…
I’m all for donkeys, but we’d still need to get a fence put up, and that makes a lot of fence.
True… but you’d save on lawnmowers… 😉
That is a consideration 🙂 And I know which I’d rather have.
So do I 🙂
Oh, this made me happy! Handsome Finbar! I hope all of you are happy in your new home.
When we move in properly we will be. I want my bed there, not the Ikea put you up bed. And the lovely stone sink in the kitchen is very quaint and folklorique and all that, but it was designed for a dwarf…
Oh, there’s a story there! 🙂
I’ll wait for the denouement before I write it 🙂