Let’s get right back into it. Vallhunds!
They were definitely all in their element, running through the surf on this glorious day.
I couldn’t get enough of that shell fence…
It’s easy to see where all the shells came from. They litter the entire beach, marking the high tide line.
Next thing I knew, someone had spotted horses coming down the beach, so everyone quickly leashed up their respective hounds. Vallhunds are bred for herding, after all, and no horse wants a bunch of short beasts running between its legs.
Higgs was VERY curious about these large skinny cows.
“Let me at ’em! Let me at ’em!”
As soon as the horses disappeared over a hill off the beach, we let the dogs free. They all ran up and started sniffing the horse tracks intently. A certain nasty beast named Higgs even chomped on some poo. What is it with dogs?!
All of a sudden, Higgs decided to make chase and took off over the hill where the horses had disappeared, while Andy and I both shouted at the top of our lungs. I was terrified he’d be stomped on, since horses are quite a bit smarter than the cow he chased a few months back. Luckily, moments later, he appeared back over the hill, the horses having turned around behind him. I think he decided they were a foe he didn’t want to mess with after all. Needless to say, he got leashed up right away, the cheeky wee beastie.
When we neared the end of the beach, some of the Vallhunds decided it was hole-digging time. Jorj took on the roll as primary digger and protector of the hole. Most of the other dogs didn’t want to get involved, but as we’ve learned, Higgs never sits back.
Jorj is a big sweetheart, but you wouldn’t know it from that picture. Higgs was undeterred, though.
He triumphed at last through sheer force of will. Of course, seconds later, he was no longer interested in the hole. That’s how it always is.
We turned around and made our way back down the beach to let the dogs get all their yips out.
When we got to the path leading towards the carpark, the dogs decided they were all very thirsty for some stream water. Must’ve been all that salt they ingested while romping and barking in the waves.
They had to all be in the exact same spot, of course, and then one poor pup ended up falling in. He had to be helped out by a human eventually.
You can just see his tail here, as the rest of his body is underwater.
Luckily, there was also plenty of fresh water when we got back to the cars, and there was no risk of falling in to the bowl.
That wraps up the Vallhund adventures for now.
Andy and I are off in a few days for our trip to England and the States, so this may be my last post for a while. Don’t worry, though. I’ll make up for it when I’m back with some pictures of other countries for a change!