Hi Aunties, it’s been forever since Mommys let us post, me and Molly been wanting to tell you bout our move but mommys always busy... we just Made her do it today!
see, it’s a looong story Aunties so hang on or just skip to our pics if ya wanna! But see mommy and daddy took us to see this house and we was gonna buy it.. well we tried to but these people just got harder and harder for mommy and daddy to work with and then mommy just lost it one day... yup she did she said enough was enough... and soooo we didn’t buy that house... daddy said they just liked their house too much and didn’t wanna move... Anyway our house had already sold so mommy and daddy had to move FAST to get us a new one.. we had less than 2 weeks— we was almost homeless Aunties! But mommy and daddy came through and found us another house, we like it Lots better too!
anyway me and Molly and mommy we was the ‘lead party’ coming to the house, daddy stayed where there was a ‘real’ bed an us girls had a slumber party! We all had sleeping bags but me and Molly we liked to steal mommys bed better! We had Lots of fun!!
We play Lots here, lots more than the old house, we’re running an playin all the time!!
I been helpin mommy unpack a lot!
and me an Molly got lots of nice places in the sun to lay or look out!!
An Look Aunties we got one of them gate thingys here, mommy and daddy like it but we’re not so sure...
mommy says excuse all the mess, we been here a few weeks now and we still got Lots of unpacking to do... we even got one of them POD thingys out front with More stuff to unload and put somewhere... do you know what a POD thingy is Aunties??? We didn’t either but look... there it is, see the big rollup door?!!
But better than that Aunties Look at our new grooming room, I can look out an everything!
oooh an best yet Aunties mommy and daddy had something built for us last week, yup they did! See we didn’t have a fence here so we couldn’t go out an run and play... nope mommy took us on lots of walks each day— like 5 or 6 but that’s not as much fun... oh yeah... me and Molly we both lost lots of weight.. but mommy said she found it all! anyway... looksee Aunties we have a fence now!
ok well that’s it for now Aunties mommy says she’s gotta get back on her head... whatever that means?! Hope we get to come back soon, we miss you all! Missy & Molly
We had a FAB walk yesterday. We only went out to do an Autumn Photo Shoot for me, so I can be a Supermodel again, and look fab. Mum did my hair up in a new style and everything.
Cato larffed at me and said that Carrera rocks this look much better than me. But he is just jealous. Cato I mean, not Carrera.
Can you see my hair?
This is when we were catching up with Mum. Cato was doing a silly walk at the time, and worrying Mum in case his wonky leg was wonky again. But it turned out he had a prickle in his knickers. So Mum took it out and he un-wonked.
Boring berries. Mum pretends they are interesting and (you have to imagine Mum's posh gardening voice) indicative of a harsh winter to come. Woteva that means.
This is that big tree of AuntieAngel's
Cos we love her. And we love Donte too. And he is in the hospital at the moment and we are all worried about him. Very worried.
This is our usual pic of the trees changing colour, but it isn't from the right place. There woz someone sitting on our bench so we had to take the pic from a different place.
This is me beating up Cato. He needs lots of practice being beaten up, cos of his wonky leg. He is all out of condition and needs training and stuff. I know all this cos of my athletical Ninja Balletic Piratical experience. But he doesn't do wot I tell him, so then I have to beat him up some more.
This is me sniffing. In the Autumn sun. Only I am not on a bench at the moment.
Cato is playing Truffle Hound
And this is me on the bench with my Antenner, like Carreras. Only I have one Antyenner, and two bows. Aren't I clever?
Mum says she is disappointed that the green bench is reflecting the blue sky, so there isn't enuff contrast between my bows and the bench. And she is sorry that the sun went in too.
But I think I look FAB!!! You can even see my black beauty spot on my left hand-paw, and my nice beardstains from my dinner. I look great don't I Aunties?
Anyway. Mum said I could have my Special Hair as a Special Day, cos it needed cutting and it could look Magnificent for one day. And then when we came home she chopped it all off! I now have a tiny little stumpy stump sprout. Like back in the days when I woz growing it. Mum says that she might have taken a wee bit too much off, but that it will grow.
Can I come and live you @Carrera? Cos your Mum knows how to let a girl have decent hairstyles. My stump looks AWFUL now.
Hello Aunties! Now that Tara has stopped fussing about her feet, I can tell you about my visit to my new VetDoctor. Mum says he is called MrMcT which is short for him being a McTimoney somethingorother.
He was nice.
Tara didn't come in with me! Yay! So she wasn't squeaking and getting in the way and wanting fuss, and I had Mr MrMcT all to myself. He got down on the floor to see me, which I liked, so I didn't have to stand on that horrible high vet table.
He did stuff to me, and stroked me and rubbed me and lifted my leg and did proddy stuff on my feet and everything. I didn't mind. Even when he made by back-leg go crunch, and feel funny for a bit.
Mum said cos I was sore I didn't have to go for a walk, but I hope I don't miss any more!
Mum: in case that made no sense whatsoever, I have written about Cato's McTimoney treatment here, in a slightly more coherent and human way. :
Cato says he needs a whole blog to himself to tell you all the boring stuff about his Special VetDoctor stuff wot I didn't go to, and they won't tell me all about cos it is so dull i just fall asleep.
Anyway, cos he's going to be hogging the blogging talking all about him, i can squeezify in first and tell you about my ticklish foots.
No pics again. Even though Mum says my foots are Perfick and pink and black and fluffy white and she wants to kiss my paw pads cos they are so cute. Cato's paw pads are boring black, so that is less cute, isn't it?
Well, i like it more now Mum agrees that my back foots are ticklish. I've been telling her this FOR EVER!!! But now she believes me. And my brushing is nicer. I don't mind her doing my front foots. That is nice. I lie on my back and she does my chin and chest and tummy and bikini, and armpits and front foots. I love it. But then when she goes down my back legses and the tickle stuff starts i have to squiggle and squirm and i curl up like a hedgepiggy and lick and lick and it TICKLES!!!
Only now it is better. Cos Mum believes me now, and she is less tickly and does it faster, and lets me lickandlickandlick until it stops the TICKLING and she does my tail, and then my chest and tummy again, cos that is the best bit.
But i still don't like the buzzy thing on my toeses when Mum is cutting my foots fur!
My turn! Cato has been hogging the blogging lately, so I get to tell you all how awesome I am. And wot fun we had. and stuff like that. And there are more skypics for AuntieCrystal too.
This bloggification is about 2 different walks, cos that is how clever I am! I can do two walks at once!
This is when we went the Big Lake Park, and Mum accidentally picced all the wrong things. She picced birds and flowers and Cato and all the boring stuff. But there isn't a single pic of ME! Isn't that awful! But I don't mind, cos you know I woz there, and I can tell you all about it.
Horrible bouncy big splashy dogs in the swimming area wot I won't go in cos they are scary. Mum says that you can see wot a lovely day it woz from the sun and the sky and stuff. It was very sniffy too!
Cato pretending that he wanted to go swimming. And he says I have to point out his tail to you. Cos he says it is looking particularly good. Not as good as mine, of course, but then you can't see it, can you? Cos Mum didn't pic it. Bad Mum!
Interesting ducks. Mum says she likes this pic cos of the light and the water and stuff. YAWN!
This is something called Duckweed. Ducks eat it. Only there weren't any ducks eating it cos if there had been I would have eaten the ducks!!! haha!
These are the sky picses for AuntieCrystal.
And these are more ducks wot were being cowards and not letting me eat them. Wimps!
Right, so that woz walk number 1.
This is walk number 2 in Town Park. This woz the walk where Mum took all the Rose pics for AuntieCrystal's birthday (my birthday is coming up soon! I want cake and pink fish and Dad to stay home ALL DAY) so you have seen all the Rose pics before, so I don't have to be boring and tell you all about them, and I can tell you all about the interesting sniffy stuff!
Cato showing off his tail AGAIN
Cato catching up. I am still not in this pic, on account of me being good and staying near Mum and Dad and not wandering off sniffing everything and getting left behind and having to catch up. That is cos I am a good girl and Cato isn't. Good I mean, not a girl. Of course he isn't a girl. He's a boy.
These are me having sniffing adventures and exploring and stuff. Cato is tagging along.
This pic is all about the MUD and not about Cato's tail. He is very boring about his tail.
See my fountain? And my bench? And Cato asking for a drink and treats. Mum had to give him a drink to stop him drinking the lake. She said 'Noooooo Cato! That lake is full of duck poo! Have this nice clean water instead.' But he really wanted to drink duck poo.
This is my fountain again. And the sky. And a big giant bird thing in the tree. I thought about going swimming but then I decided not to.
it was terrible! Mum and Dad went out, and only Dad came back!
Dad came and sat on the sofa and we watched snooker stuff. And we had treats and more dinner than usual. But she hadn't come home by the time we went up to the Big Bed. It was very worrying!
We went out for breakfast, and i wanted to get home really fast in case she arrived and didn't know where the pack was! But she still didn't come home!
Then all of a sudden we could hear her! And smell her! And then she was on the floor saying hello! And it was all OK again.
I'm going to sit on her ALL DAY in case she disappears again.
she woz gone for EVER, and we had sausages and Dad watched TV with me, and my hair fell down, and the Big Bed was even bigger, and i missed her and Cato was all soppy. I am glad she is home. I am going to wear my red bows next. I like it when Mum does my hair, cos i can get really close and look at her, and she brushes me, and it is lovely.
We have been walking, and Mum has been piccing a bit, but we thought you would like these flowers, AuntieCrystal. cos you are having a sad time.
We did lots of sniffy interesting stuff at the park that day as well, of course.
Oh, and I have to tell you that Tara is silly.
She was all fussy and fidgety on the sofa with Mum this evening, and now she has got two legs that haven't been brushed. So she is walking all lopsided.
I have been brushed everywhere, cos I am a Good Little Man and I lay on my back in Mum's arms and let her brush all the nooksandcrevices wotever they are. I like it.
Tara is nearly 3 and she still has ticklish foots.
you know how clever I am? I mean I am clever all the time. But i am extra specially clever climbing stairs. And this morning Mum helped me down off the Big Bed and we went downstairs for out widdles. Of course Cato has to be carried down cos he isn't stair-clever.
so then we came in again and boring Cato just got into his crate bed to sleep. He sleeps all morning if you let him. And Mum did her boring drink making and computer sitting. Yawn!
but - remember i am so clever - i went for a sniff patrol, just to see wot had happened over night. In the garden and the front room. All over. Anyway, i found the stairs! And that horrid gate thing was open!
so OBVIOUSLY i had to show how clever i am and go and see Dad. He was still on the Big Bed all snortley and snuffley and snuggly. And i went up and woke him up cos he was missing all the lovely morning sniffs and widdles and clevernesses.
and he was sooooo pleased to see me climb on his middle that he said a Rude Word! But then Mum came and got me and we had to go downstairs again and the horrid gate clanged shut and Dad went back to snortleing Sometimes Mum is such a spoilsport!
We had a Spa Day too Aunties ( seems a lot of that madness going around with my cousins too)....but it wasn't so bad as our shorter hair means mommie gets through a lot fast...then its treat time and a sleep. Mommie went crazy and clipped off all of Abby's top knot as it was all broken in front from her rubbing it constantly then kept falling into her eyes and she looked like she was crying all the time...She never did like her top knot this time around so guess she will be happy and not cry so much
This is us afterwards smelling all Panteney and think we will take a nap now, spa day is hard work ya know
Aunties i am worried.
i heard Mum and Dad talking about it. They said the we are due those horrible stinky flea drops
and then they said they would wait til after our Spa Day! Not today. And not when we wake up. But the one after that.
isn't that AWFUL?
there will be Mum going away. And horrible wet stuff bath stinky bubbles. And hot blowy noisy air stuff. And those horrible buzzy bitey clippy things.
Tara doen't know. Cos she was chewing a pigs ear. Not that she listens even if she isn't chewing a pigs ear. But i know, and i am a bit worried.
This was in Foxy Park again. With Tara being a pain again. See, my tummy is furry, NOT fat!!!
Mum says this year they have let the grass and wildflowers grow up properly, so they all grew and flowered and seeded and stuff. She likes this. But then she doesn't get seeds in her knickers, does she? Last year the man cut the wildflowers down, and Mum and AuntieJane got cross about it, cos the buzzy bugs had nowhere to go.
This is baby Rowan berries. They will be bright red later.
The view in High Summer
The rose wot Mum loves.
And then we went again with Dad, a few days later, so you get to see the tall grass again.
And us running about, again.
And the Buddleia again.
And these Marigold things. They sniff funny.
Oh, and this bit has been mowed. But Mum doesn't mind about that.
Aunties I'm sorry. You know how I like Mum to write wot I say so that you can see my tail, and see how silly Tara is, and see our adventures? Well Mum has been doing so much stuff that she hasn't been taking dictation!
There was the office chair Thing, where Dad's chair broke, and Mum's chair went to live with Dad, and Mum now sits on the grooming stool, which is hard, and her bum hurted until she got a cushion. And that meant she didn't like sitting at the desk for dictation. Though she always sits at it for her horrible Work Stuff.
And there was the Lost Camera Thing, where Mum and Dad both thought they had lost the pic camera, but it turned up under the passenger seat of the car. That is on Tara's side, so obviously that was her fault.
And there was the Lots of Boring Work Stuff Thing that has been going on since before my birthday! Agesandagesandages.
But I have telled Mum that she HAS to start blogging again, or we won't let her come on our walks with us. And she says she will.
Anyway, here are some of the pics that you have missed, from the lotsandlotsandlots of walks we haven't bloggified about, cos Mum is a BAD Mum.
That is Tara slobber on the lens again, says Mum.
Me having a pee on the buddleia
Bees on the Buddleia. Do you think they are weeing too?
This is elder. those bobbles are going to be berries.
Tara being a pest.
and a lot more
I just got bored, in the end
but then she went for my tail!!!!!
So Mum woz doing lamb hearts tonight for our tea.
She stood chopping them up for AGES. They have these lovely chewy pipe things on the top end, and Mum was cutting them off and throwing them for us. I was good and sat on the rug, like I am supposed to, and Tara was almost good and sat closer, near the water bowl. So I got extra bits, and Tara didn't until she came and sat with me, then we got the same amount of bits.
Then, at the end, we each had a nice big juicy bit of lovely bloody chewy heart.
All the rest went into Mum's slow cooker thing with veg stuff and wine stuff. But she says that if we are good we will get a bit of cooked heart when it is all hotted and finished.
Lamb hearts are very very yummy.
Mum likes them too. And Dad. But I like them best!
I am happy to report that Dean has been healing just fine but what a very stressful few weeks this has been...
It all started the Friday night before Dean's surgery. Accidents are just dumb, and boy did I have a doozy. I tripped late Friday night going into my bathroom and WHACK! went straight down. My jaw is still not right but I split my chin (which has healed) and I had a baseball (now its golf ball sized) lump on my right knee. Never mind that I couldn't cough or sneeze, due to the bruising of my boobs/chest!
I had to be strong, cause Dean needed me and I did all I had to. His surgery went very well on that Monday and Tuesday, I brought him home. On Thursday 6/29...Dean had a visiting nurse come to check his drainage tubes. I had sequestered the Tzu Crew to a room and gated it so she could do her job without being assaulted for attention. I'm not sure but I believe that with all the commotion of protest, Decker at that time injured himself, but we don't know where...spine/hip/leg?
Didn't think much of it, but he wouldn't jump up on the couch that night but thats not that odd. Friday, he wouldn't do stairs or jump up on anything at all. When I touched him all over, he just enjoyed it and didn't show any signs of pain or discomfort. Then, Sunday he stopped eating. Monday am, 1st thing I tried calling the vets but all local vets here were closed for the 4th holiday, so I had to wait for Wednesday...which we got in that morning. My Vet examined him very well, and again, no signs of anything bothering him... He gave me some pain meds and told me to keep an eye on him and call him in a couple of days. By Monday, we were back in another thorough exam and they drew blood to do a complete work up...all came back normal. Not sure what was going on or what happened but I am happy to report as of today, he's 90% back to normal. He's finally done stairs a few times and attempting to jump up on the couch. He still shys away from aggressive playing but he's at least showing interest again.
Now, Emma... my old lady turned 15 last month. 2 weeks ago, Dean let them out to potty about 9:30pm and she came back walking sideways unable to put any weight on her back leg...and constant groaning. We brought her in and put her in her doggie bed where she continued to groan and cry. 20 mins later, we were at the emergency vet. We were there from 10:15 till about 2am. They took her back, gave her something for pain (more about that in a min) and xrayed her wrong (front) leg and her right leg. They thought for sure she tore a tendon, which would require surgery, but at her age she was not a good candidate for it. Finally after all those hours we got our bill...
Walk in the door $110
pretty pink ace bandage to wrap her leg $50
Shot for pain $30
Total bill $451
I kid you not! Needless to say I was speechless. Now this pain shot...it more just immobilized her so when we took her home all she could do was barely pick her head up and her eyes were just open...she couldn't blink and the moaning and groaning were even worse. I was livid at that place and crying that Emma had no relief whatsoever! We sat up with her for about an hr about 3ish, and I said to Dean, you have to be up in an hr, you need to lay down. I left the lights and TV on for her and we went up. When he came down an hr later there was still no change.
I got up and went down about 6:30 and Emma was not in her bed. She was hobbling around, due to the wrapped leg, like nothing happened. She ate her breakfast, pottyied and went to lay down. Took her to my Vet 2 days later for a bandage change and brought her xray. He didn't see anything wrong with her. He still wrapped her leg and said we'll wait to see in 10 days to see how she is.
Add to all of the above, the board going down, Jame's wife passing and not being able to reach him, and having to change hosting!
Then stupid me gave the Tzu Crew some of my dinner Sat night, beef and wheat berries, and they all had diarrhea for me Sunday and part of Monday!
Stress? There's not enough wine in the world to relieve all this!
So we got home and it woz nice to be back with Home Sniffs, but the BEST bit is that I learneded how to climb stairs!
Aren't I clever?
The day after we got home I followed Mum up the stairs. Our stairs are different from the holiday stairs. They were wood and brown and slippy and really steep! Our home stairs are soft and carpety and narrower, but still steep. So I was really brilliant of me to know about holiday stairs and then go up the home stairs, wozn't it?
So now I can go up and sit on the Big Bed if I like! All by myself!!! Without Cato. He waits at the bottom and is all wimpy and not brave enough to follow me.
But there is one weird thing.
They are all nice and interesting and mountainy when I go up them. It is exciting and I am clever.
But then when I get to the top and I have had a sniff around, when I go to the top of the stairs to come back down... well they change. They get all steep and a bit dangerous-like and I don't want to go down them by myself. So I have to sit up there until Mum or Dad come and fetch me. I can climb down when they are with me, but I can't do it by myself. Cos of the steep dangerosity.
Oh, and it is funny. Sometimes I can't climb them. There is this thing that has appeared at the bottom of the stairs. It is white and metal and barred. And sometimes it is open, and I can go up and come down again with Mum, but sometimes is it closed! And then I can't get up. (Mum: that'll be the child stair gate then )
But I am really clever, aren't I? Learninging how to climb the stairs. It is really good fun!
It was very exciting. First we went to an old Cornish slate mine. Me and Tara were only allowed in the first big cave, and we had to be carried. Tara got mud all over Dad's jacket. Haha! And it was all wet and drippy. Then Mum and Tara and me had a drink while Dad did the thousandsandthousands of steps down to the other caves and the underground lake. Wish we could have gone, but there were No Paws down there.
Dad said that the life of a Cornish slate miner was horrible cruel. He says that they used to take their sons down the pit when they were 12 to train them up, cos by the time the Dad's were 35 they were so crippled with arthritis from the harsh wet mine conditions, that they couldn't work any more, and they needed the son's to earn the living to support them! That is hard, isn't it?
And then we went to Golitha Falls. It was ACE!!!
Mum says it isn't really Falls, because Falls are splooshier. But that didn't matter. It was amazingly sniffy, and green, and we didn't have to keep Mum and Dad on the lead. And it was incredible! It had been raining so everything was soggy and lovely.
The water is all brown because it comes down off Bodmin Moor and has brown peat stuff in it.
We did lotsandlotsandlots of exploring and sniffing. There was soggy mud and soggy leafmold and sand and tree roots and splashy water and old mossy trees.
And cows. But they were cowering (pun!) on the other side of the water.
Interesting carved things
And of course, Tara found mountains EVERYWHERE!
There were two really scary bits though. I didn't like them.
One bit was when we all got stuck, and Dad had to jump across a bit of fast splashy water. And then Mum picked up Tara, and I saw Mum pass her over the scary water to Dad. And I got into a bit of a tizz, cos I knew that was going to happen to me too. And I ran about a bit, cos I couldn't think and I was afraid. And I wouldn't come to Mum which was terrible. But I couldn't. And Dad was a bit cross. And Tara jumped back over to see what was going on. But I still couldn't stand still and it was awful.
But then Mum said it would be OK, and we could walk back up and go around, until we didn't have to go over water.
And that was much better. I love Mum. Tara came with us, cos she just likes scrambling everywhere, and Dad was left on his own. And I didn't like that either!
Then the next scary bit was here. Dad and Tara climbed up the mountain, but I couldn't. It was vertical steep and very high. Mum wanted to pick me up to help, but that was awful, and I panicked a bit again. So she found another way we could go around, and it was OK.
I know I am not very brave, but I did try. It was just a bit too much. And Mum understands. I did want to come to her, but I couldn't cos of all the panic in my tummy. I love Mum. Dad said he thought I was being silly, but I couldn't help it. And it was so scary that I had nightmares that night. I howled and was afraid, but Mum was there and she stroked me, and she made it better.
This is the way we took going around.
And this is Tara on a mountain by the side of the path.
Dad found this mountain for her too, but then she hopped off it before Mum could take a pic.
And before we got in the car Mum had to wash her feet in the water, cos of all the peat and mud and stuff that had squidged into her sandals. That was funny! She had to stand in the water with her skirt up by her knees, swishing her foots around.
On the way home we stopped at St Doniert's Stone
we didn't go into the tunnel though. Mum said that we had had enough for one day.
And then we went and had a pub lunch. It was very very nice, Mum said. And we had some burger too!
My turn! I wore my Rainbow Bows again today, cos Mum says I am a dippy hippy rainbow child. Can you get rainbow Ninja? I like that idea.
So today Mum draggled us all the way to somewhere called Looe. She spend lots of holidays in Looe when she woz a pup, cos her Grandpa's family come from Looe.
This is where we parked. It is called the Millpool carpark, and Mum knew the tricksy shortcuts to get to the interesting sniffy bits.
This is the sea. Paws aren't allowed on the beach. so we sat on a wall, talking to strangers (strangers always like me!) while Dad went into the museoum place. He said it woz good and all smugglery. And there woz a prison cell and everything.
A family came up and said hello to me and Cato, and Cato did his thing and they wanted to take him home! haha! but Mum larffed and said 'no thank you! he is our pack.' They were nice people, and they said that their Shih Tzu would look nice in my bows too.
From where we were sitting we could see these houses. They are where Mum's mum (our Grandma) used to stay when she woz a pup. She lived on the end one next to the chapel.
Then we walked out on the Banjo Pier. Cato was a bit weird. He woz OK til he realised we were all high up and it was scary, and then he sort of froze and Dad had to carry him. I loved it. Cos it woz all sniffy and interesting, and we met the nice people again.
This is wot it looked like from the end of the pier. Mum lifted me up so I could see. Mum says this is a panorama series woteva that is.
That is Rame Head in the last pic
Then we walked back through the old bits. The little bendy streets. Mum wanted this pic cos she says that her great-great-great Grandma was born in the room over that arch.
And then we stopped for lunch here.
Cato is very floppy, isn't he? Mum said he needed a day off from holidaying, so that he could rest and sleep and be boring. But I LOVE holidays. I wouldn't mind if we left Cato behind one day, but I don't want to miss anything. Holidays are FUN!!!
This is Martin's Dairy.
Mum says they do nice pasties and saffron cake and stuff. Dad got some, but me and Cato and Mum didn't. On account of Cato's tummy and Mum's food thingies too. I can eat everything, but Dad says no, it has to be fair. Not fair!
Then we went by car to Polperro what is even smaller than Looe, and had even more smugglers. I know that cos it had a museoum all about it. We parked up the hill, and walked down to the harbour. Cato needed a rest too. And I might have been a bit sleepy too. This is us sitting on the harbour wall while Dad gave us a drink. Doesn't Cato look floppy?
Mum says there woz no water cos the tide woz out. It all fills up again with the salty stuff.
Then we beachified. There is a cave! We saw a dead crab, and a big fish skin, and we went into the cave,
Cornish beaches smell different from our home beaches. Mum says that Cornish beaches smell proper, and Lincolnshire beaches smell weird. But she is wrong. Lincolnshire beaches smell proper, don't they Aunties?
Mum thinks you want to see this rock too. No idea why.
This is us standing inside the cave.
Mum couldn't take other cave pics, cos there was a big family in there pretending to be pirates, and it was all shouty and echoey and we didn't go in properly.
This is more town stuff.
And then we stopped outside a pub and me and Cato had a sleep while Mum and Dad had special Once-In-A-Holiday Treats. Dad says that cream teas should ALWAYS have clotted cream. Haha.
This is wot we could see from under our table.
Today woz OK, but it was all town and stuff, and not much fun for paws. Especially cos we couldn't do the beach, in Looe. Cato got a lift all the way back up the hill to the car, and he woz nearly asleep in Dad's arms. Mum said he needed a proper rest so she went up for a snooze on the bed with him when we got back. I stayed downstairs with Dad and bounced and fetched and wrestled. That is more fun than sleeping!
Hello Aunties. Today I am blogging about some great big human den called Lanhydrock. It was enormous. And I was a bit tired. We did a lotlotlot of walking on holiday, and I was worn out by this time. I mean, I do love sniffing, but all this hot walking and sun and new places and Tara bouncing is very tiring.
Mum says that Lanhydrock is so humungously enormous that it has its own park, with cows and sheep that poo all over the place. There was horse poo too, I am sure of it, but Mum doesn't believe me. And deer. I could definitely sniff deer. This is Dad and me and Tara trekking in the hotness through the park.
And this is more park. There was poo everywhere. It was very sniffy. And Tara wanted to eat it. Well, I did too, but Mum says we shouldn't talk about eating poo. Dad doesn't mind though. He says we (paws) are all loggical and need to know our enemy. And he is right! But Mum doesn't understand.
This used to be a tree. Tara had to climb it, of course.
And this is the first sight we had of Lanhydrok gatehouse.
Mum found this pic of the whole place, so you would see how eenorrmous it is. And that is just the front! It went on and on and on round the back too.
This is boring National Trust stuff, if you want to know more about it. https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/lanhydrock
These are more bits that we saw.
And then Mum found a table and had a cup of tea, and we had a snooze underneath it. Dad went round the house. I think Tara was bored, cos she hunted ants, and cuteified at people (she was wearing her rainbow bows), but I just slept. On account of being tired. And even the ants didn't keep me awake.
Then Dad came back and Mum went round the house. Dad took us for a walk in the park (more poo!) and then had an icecream. I don't like icecream, but I had lots of water, and another snooze before Mum came back.
This is the stuff she was doing when she was away.
The entrance hall
The dining room
See the amazing way they had to open the windows (the house is very modern, in comparison with most big stately homes, so they had a lot of fancy mod cons that you might not expect)
The kitchen range
Various other kitchen related rooms - staff dining area, dairy, scullery, bread ovens, etc.
And this is the bell system for summoning servants
Then the route took us into the Family's living and working areas.
The estate office
The billiard room including an incredible fireplace!
Someone's private ManCave
A glimpse at the family ancestry
The nursery suite, including the nurse's bed and the nursery bathroom and schoolroom
Fire and safety rules
An entire room just for the processing and cleaning of chamber pots!!!
The servant's quarters (a typical room)
sorry about the blurred focus here. A couple of young ladies kept trying to get in the way! This is an entire room for the Family's various pieces of luggage for when they went to stay with friends or went up to London.
Then we went down one flight of stairs to the main rooms.
This was the Master suite for Him
And for Her
Her private sitting room
This was a main living area/drawing room
Some familiar tapestries that FAR predate this part of the house
And now this is the older part of the house. I will let the photographs explain the ceiling. Incredible, isn't it?
All in all, I think we only saw about half the house. Yup. There were just as many rooms left that we didn't see.
And then back outside and round through the formal gardens towards the church.
this is what happens if you get a bit too enthusiastic trimming your topiary!
This is the back door from the second story, which goes over that stone 'bridge' and gives a shortcut to the church.
These pics are the back of the house. The ground rose sharply behind the house, and there was a walkway level with the roofline. You can see how rambling it is, and how the front facing part of the building is just part of it. The action really happened in the kitchens and servants areas at the back.
Can you see Dad? He is seated at a table near the far wall, just to the left of the icecream stall.
Cato was ever so pleased to see me. He hates it when the pack splits up.
(and yes, he got a lift from Dad on the way back up the hill to the car. It was a very hot day, even though it was quite overcast. And Cato really was tired)
Mum says she wants to do this blog bit. That is OK, isn't it? I hope you don't mind. Only we were asleep under a picnic table with Dad when Mum took all these pics, and they are ever so dull. And un-sniffy. But it was OK cos we had some of the eggy bit of his quiche, and Tara was allowed a finger lick of icecream! I didn't want it.
So Mum is going to try and make them interesting for you, and then I will blog the next interesting bit.
well, I hope you enjoy this as much as Dad and I did. Cotehele is a wonderful place. Absolutely beautiful, and very very old.
This is walking towards the gate into the courtyard/quad
and inside the courtyard looking towards the arched chapel window in the corner. Always good to have a chapel in your home, ready for those rainy days when you can't be bothered to actually step outside to go to church, eh?
This one is looking straight across the quad to the main door into the great hall.
Views of the great hall
All around Cotehele are the most amazing tapestries. A lot of them made for elsewhere, then brought here. They are constantly being restored and cared for, since the wool and threads are permanently under stress from light and moths, and so on. There is a lot of info about the tapestries themselves and the restoration activities available, but it is worth remembering that these things have been hung on the walls of a lived in house for over 500 years - woodsmoke, sun, cigarette smoke, cooking smells, damp, cold, heat... it is incredible that any of them have survived!
This is the chapel. That metal cogged thing through the far doorway is a clock.
This is an alcove/cupboard off a living room. Each little arch held a different kind of wine or spirit and the door was kept locked by the butler.
This was a room off a bedroom - where they kept the china!
Most of the bedrooms were in the big square tower you can see in the first picture.
There was a light airy landing, half way up, which had several of these bizarre chairs. They are Tudor. Some of the chairs have a strap lying over the seat, to discourage visitors from parking their bums. Too old and too fragile for a sit down!
This is the main bedroom
Tapestries hung over doors to cut down the drafts.
And in this case, to hide the peephole (see the clover leaf hole?). This was the main bedroom, and the peephole allowed the occupants to look down into the great hall and see who had arrived.
This was another small room off the main bedroom. In this case, the window looks down into the chapel. So you didn't even have to get dressed to attend chapel.
Fire extinguishers were not easy to come by in the 1600s
There were some stunning pieces of furniture. Incredible.
and some freakily creaky floorboards!
And, as always, I was interested in the kitchens.
No haute cuisine here. These are very functional, basic rooms for cooking and storing, with a small interior courtyard for outside food prep and laundry drying, away from the eyes of The Family.
Dad wanted to take this chest home with him.
There was another whole room devoted to The Family's actions in wars over the last 2-300 years. Momentos, guns, letters, documents, etc. but I didn't take any pics. It was too dark without the flash, and I didn't want the flash to damage anything.
Tara would have loved the stairs (4 floors with lots of little steps up and down) and Cato would have loved the sniffs. Just think of all those corners and legs of furniture, fireplaces and alcoves!
My turn! I can tell you lotsandlots about our adventures and sniffs and EVERYTHING.
We went to this Cotehele place by boring car, with Mum and Dad squeaking about SatNav stuff. Yawn. But it was fun when we got there!
There was some sign up saying we had to keep them on leads in the Formal Gardens or something. But as soon as we got out of sight of everyone we let them off the lead. I figured Dad couldn't get lost if I woz with him, so he would be safe.
This woz a bit of the garden we couldn't go in. Not fair!
But then it got better! Look how high up this mountain we got!
Cato was staying with Mum. Of course. But me and Dad did proper explorations.
This is my new bench. Isn't it high? Dad lifted me up. I love my Dad!
This is the green stuff Mum could see when she sat on MY bench
Then we found this
the door wot is thousandsandthousandsandthousands of years old. That is old, isn't it? Everything in Cornwall is old. Even older than Cato.
This is Cato peeing. Hahaha!
Inside the chapel place. I woz sniffing outside, but Cato likes to stick with Mum.
Then we went alongandalongandalong to see the boat stuff. This is by the river.
See? This is the river.
And this is something called the Estate Port Office or something. Mum did take a pic of the outside, but she wobbled, so it didn't come out. Haha!
They did the office all old and like the bloke had back in the olden days. Dad said you had to see the pics of ladies with no knickers, cos that is realistic. And there were always ladies with no knickers.
And this is the meuseo-museum place. Mum said I can snooze while you read all the pics, cos it isn't stuff I like.
And then we had a snooze while Mum and Dad had tea and scones and a glutenfree choc brownie and we didn't get any!! Not fair!!!
I don't know if you have ever driven in Cornwall?
Maybe you don't know where Cornwall is? It is a smallish county on the SE pointy bit of England (the orange triangle on the bottom left)
It is a tiny, lovely, rural place, with a slightly softer warmer climate than the rest of the UK. Small towns, moorland, rolling hills, sheep and cattle farming, fishing villages, disused tin mines, old china clay mines, tourists, lots of cliffs, a few bays and sandy beaches, and every eatery serves fish.
Here is a link to some pics of the place (just remember that the sun only shines on Tourist Pics. the rest of the time it is grey, overcast, with a soft vertical rain, or a blustery horizontal rain)
There are a few main roads, and LOTS of small country lanes.
And our SatNav can't tell the difference.
Our old SatNav used to ask us to pick a route, giving options for Fastest or Main Roads, or Scenic. So it was easy to make a choice.
This new SatNav (which came with the car) just gives Fastest, Eco or Shortest. And all too often they are virtually identical. We no longer have a Main Roads option. So for the whole of this holiday, I was typing in our destination and then discovering that Fastest actually meant Tiny Little One Track Lanes, With Occasional Passing Places. Max speed of about 20 miles an hour, because you never know what is round the corner!
This vid gives you a flavour
I have found the next You Tube video https://youtu.be/1_plh22dzm4 (which won't embed!) to give you an idea of what driving was like. The lanes are now even narrower because the hedgerows have grown up and overhung the tarmac in places.
Actually, the video gives a lovely impression of the gorgeous greenery and lovely little stone cottages that cover the whole county. Well worth watching, if you don't mind staring at a road while nothing happens. lol.
Oh, and we had the same sort of weather too. Some sun, some overcast, some rain, some wet roads.
Now imagine 30+ miles of this, at 20-30 miles an hour. And then the same back again.
No wonder Cato was tired of the car!