Video Loading Video Unavailable Click to play Tap to play The video will auto-play soon 8 Cancel Play now "Just act normal," she said. Well there's a cheek, I'm a Basset Hound, there's nothing normal about me. But at the risk of not having my photos taken and missing out of repeated 'good boys', I put my best big foot forward and plonked my way into Mount Stewart.
Don't ask me how we got there. I don't drive. I have a driver and she was no craic at all.
In fact it was with very little ceremony that I was ordered back out of the car. I don't want to complain but there are times I really am treated like a dog! Putting his best foot forward, Ned the Basset reviews the National Trust's Mount Stewart property beside Strangford Lough in Co Down (Image: Peter Sullivan) Then, as I walked down the car ramp she said: "And don't let on to the other dogs you're doing a review." I gave her the side-eye.
. what's in it for me? There were loads of instructions, Don't jump on people - never! (well sometimes) Don't pee inside - how very dare you! I'm nearly two and not a total buffoon. Don't eat the squirrels - chance would be a fine thing.
Don't stand on ground nesting birds - well, they're idiots and need to nest higher Don't barge into other dogs for the craic - that's zero fun especially as I'm built for barging. Don't run away - surely that's why I have a tracker. Don't lie down and refuse to get up - I.
Am. A Basset Hound. While Mum's face paled reading National Trust guide to canine con.
