I just went to pet my dog and, with the calculated coolness of a celebrity, she cut me. The brief side-eye acknowledgment, the slow stand-up, the casual removal of self to another room; it was all shockingly
I’ve been living and working at the National Trust’s Hatfield Forest since I was 25. You could blindfold me, put me anywhere in the forest and I’d know where I was. Selena, my sheepdog, comes with me day.
At 8am on Sunday morning, the Hall village showground still feels sleepy, though a dog and worker duo in the “improver” category of the National Sheep Dog Trials are working the circular central paddock.