200618. “My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew’d, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.” W. Shakespeare. A long walk, of your favourite smells and places, up the hill and down again. A cup of tea and a sit in the sun, until you left us. Loved you are old friend, we miss your barking, your persistently opening the fridge or overturning the bin, the dubious smells, your big heart and big smile, the bouncing and the wagging of that broken bendy tail. You came to us at 2, a broken maltreated terrified hound. You leave us at 13, a grand old man. You will ever leave a Bartie size hole in our lives and probably hair forever on the sofa you were ‘not allowed’ on. Thank you for the joy and the friendship you gave us. May your spirit ever yomp through the bluebells of the Castle that will forever be your home. #lairdbartie #ladylaird #dunanscastle #rescuedogsrock #bassetthound

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