I have lived with dogs all my life and so it is absolutely natural to me that wherever I am in the garden I should be accompanied by a dog or two. It is their garden as much as mine or any other members of the family.
Something that I take for granted is that, by and large, they do absolutely no damage and respect the garden completely. They (rarely) dig holes or crash through the flower beds. They do treat the long paths as bowling alleys down which they career in chase of the ball that we are obliged to throw, but it is harmless enough.
The coppice holds the graves, marked by headstones, of Beaufort, Red, Poppy & Barry, as well as the two cats Stimpy & Blue. They all enriched our lives immeasurably, and are now all a permanent part of the garden that they loved.
