Twice when under a year old, Darcy wondered off and lost himself. Then he settled and for two years, as a shy little boy, he stayed near the back of the house. He is only let out when we are home and never at night. But then one unusual morning over Christmas he had a scatty turn and went walk about which involved dashing with tail held high, across a main road! Mrs H witnessed this (in her dressing gown from a window) and was nauseous for days and days afterwards. She kept him inside and fixed up a fence. She is exploring the possibility of a freedom fence if Mr Darcy looks like he might consider doing that again...
Darcy
... the unpredictable explorer who is risking all.
Bingley
... and the brother who just potters, give him a wall and a view and why want for more?
The rubber sensor frog! (from the pound shop).. croaks at Darcy who runs away from the access to the escape point, for the time being, anyway.
(someone or something has since chewed froggies foot but he still croaks)
... the plastic wire is on top of the fence where Darcy jumps over; a mere deterrent perhaps, but the first 'health and safety' measure.
Darcy
... if you can't go outwards, go upwards!
And then to end on a positive note, there is our Winter Daphne outside our front door!
Positively pungent, it feels like it grabs your face in its petal hands and covers you in its fragrance. Wonderful. And why shouldn't our lovely Postman have joy at our door!
We recommend it.
