.A Day in the Life of a Dog Walker in Neston

Ah, Neston. A small town with a big heart, friendly faces, and, if you spend as much time outdoors as I do, more muddy paw prints than you’d think possible. Living here, and offering dog walking in Neston, I know we’re very lucky. With beautiful local walks and hidden trails tucked away, I’m still discovering new paths even now. People often ask me what it’s really like being a dog walker in Neston. Truth? It’s a mix of chaos, comedy, and those heart-melting moments that make you stop and think, yep, this is the best job in the world.

Morning Madness

My day usually kicks off around 7.30 a.m., which feels far too early for someone who loves her bed. First job is checking the day’s schedule and loading up the essentials: leads, water, treats, poo bags, towels (for the divas who refuse to step out in drizzle—yes, Hetty, I’m looking at you).

Every dog has their quirks; some are polite as can be, others… let’s just say they’re very much convinced they run the show. Walking dogs here isn’t just about exercise, it’s keeping up with the nutters, coaxing the nervous ones with gentle encouragement, and hoping my boots don’t get swallowed by the mud along the Wirral Way.

By 8:30 a.m., I’m off, and greeted like I’m Santa himself, dogs bouncing around with excitement. Honestly, I always feel so loved.

Exploring Neston’s Best Dog Walks

We wander all over—Neston, Parkgate, Burton Wood, Thornton Hough, Ness, and Brimstage. And if time allows, we’ll head a little further afield too. Every epic sniff is a mini-adventure for them.

One of my favourite things of dog walking in Neston is seeing the shy ones grow in confidence, bit by bit. I also love watching the doggy dynamics—the way friendships form, the little rivalries, the unspoken rules. I’m forever observing and learning.

Midday Mayhem

Mid-morning is when the real circus begins, the ultimate test of my multitasking skills. Imagine a Pointer on a serious scent mission, a couple of pals practise their own version of sumo wrestling. And then there are the usual characters: the zoomers who race around like little speed demons or demons on speed!, and the independent types who are perfectly happy plodding along at their own pace, as long as no one interferes.

Rain and mud? Always a given, although we have been lucky this summer with the weather. Glamour? Long gone. By midday, my hair’s a state (hence why it’s always tied up), and there’s probably something unmentionable under my fingernails. But watching the dogs tear across the fields, ears flying, without a single worry in the world? Worth it all. 

Juggling personalities is all part of it too. The excitable ones can’t be allowed to bowl over the gentle souls, and the oldies deserve their steady potter instead of a sprint. Most days I feel like a referee, teacher, and therapist all rolled into one.

Afternoon Wind-Down

By the afternoon, it’s drop-offs and updates. Owners get little gems like, “Seamus rolled in something again,” or “Winnie discovered the tiniest puddle and made it her personal spa.” Leads get rinsed, towels put in washing machine, and I finally sneak a well-earned brew whilst I add the action shots to our socials.

Why I Love walking in Neston

So why do it? Early mornings, soggy clothes, mystery paw prints on my trousers (sometimes not so mysterious—thanks, Poppy)… why bother? Because dogs are bloody brilliant. Honest, funny, affectionate, and just the right amount of ridiculous. Exploring Neston’s fields, woods, and hidden trails with them is pure joy—and honestly? I wouldn’t swap it for the world.