So we went round Bear Woods. I think Tara told you.
But I bet she didn't tell you about the fight, did she?
You see she had been bouncing on me for ages, on account of my tummy slowing me down, and me feeling a bit... um... flopsy.
But that day, I BOUNCED BACK!
See the look in my eye?
She isn't going to win this one by running away! haha!
This was Round 2
She tried to circle round, but I was ready!
Haha! Thats a Fu Dog move. She wasn't expecting it!
It was fun!
Look at her running away!
And then, all of a sudden, I ran out of bounce. Mum asked me if I needed a lift to the car, but I made it under my own paw power. Just.
And then I had a good long snooze.
Firstly I would like make sure people realise that the alley belongs to me. Not the dogs.
We live on the left of the alley, and the woman who leaves food down for the fox lives over to the right and round the corner. So I have to jump down those walls and scale the other side - all with a War Wound. AND I have to make sure that there aren't any upstarts and tresspassers. It isn't easy you know. Mum will post the picture again here, just to make sure you realise how dangerous it is for me to stay King, and how athletic I am.
Could the dogs do this kind of patrolling? I don't think so.
Nor could they catch rats. Of any size.
I got Mum to open the window at 6am, and I went out, but it was pouring with rain and I had to come back very quickly to dry off on the Big Bed. I was drenched. I did suggest that Mum dry me off with a towel. Or her nightshirt. Or something. But she just squeaked and huddled under the cover.
The red bag hanging on the window is my catmint, so that is smells nice for me. See how I have got my right paw lifted? That is cos it hurts to put my weight on it. I am in pain all the time, you know. Unless I lift it up.
And the bowl is my treat bowl. But it usually just has rain or snow in it nowadays. Very annoying.
It was still raining ALL morning, and ALL afternoon. Mum and I went round and checked all the different windows, and it was raining outside ALL of them. See?
It means that the mutts have been asleep all day, and didn't get a walk at all. They are going to be unbearable this evening. Especially The Brat.
Cato ate my breakfast!!! I am starved, and no one is taking any notice. Cato is snoring and stuffed with MY beef mince. It isn't FAIR!!!!
We didn't get a walk today, cos of the rain, so Mum came and sat in the living room at lunchtime, on the floor, and we played Python Wars, and Tug O' Sausages, and wrestled. Made me feel quite peckish. Then we were given our breakfast, but it was really lunch, cos we get it after our walk, cos Mum thinks that is The Natural Order, and we should only get food after a hunting trip. No one has broken it to her that our walks are more Sniffing Trips than Hunting Trips. Anyway, my Natural Order is to eat my breakfast and then have a sniff round to see if there is anything else around. And today there was! A lovely big bowl of beef mince. It was bigger than my bowl had been. And nobody seemed to want it, so I sort of tidied it away. Afterwards I had a lovely sleep. I wish all Hunting Trips were this productive.
Then suddenly there was all this fuss and drama, and it turns out that Tara had been sitting staring at it, but not eating it... she is all upset and huffy about it.
But she can't really have wanted it, can she? or she would have been eating it, not looking at it. I never eat stuff I don't want.
Mum and Dad had a bit of a disagreement today. Mum has a hurty place on her rear paw. She is calling it a blister. She got it on yesterday's walk. So she couldn't come with us today, cos she needs her paw for the weekend, when she is going away without us. By herself. For 2 days
The disagreement was cos Mum thought it was too hot, and Dad didn't.
That meant we had to walk Dad by ourselves. It is a lot of responsibility, you know. We took him to the park with the PingPongPavillion, cos it is square and he can't get lost. And then we ran about. But it was a bit hot (not as hot as yesterday) and I had heard Mum telling him that if I went all hot and floppy, then he had to abandon his street cred and carry me home.
So I kind of HAD to, didn't I? I mean, it was irris... irris... like the smell of dinner, when you are really hungry, and you can't keep away.
Dad took some pics of the park and us.
We did quite a lot of bouncing, as you can see
and LOTS of sniffing
We walked all the way round the outside under the trees
This is me, in front, as always, with Cato lagging and crawling along behind, being all wimpy and floppy.
This was a FAB sniff
See, he is absolutely FINE here, setting off for more sniffage, and actually sneaking in front of ME for a bit!!!
and then, suddenly, it is like he can't walk any more.
Pathetic, isn't it?
So Dad - MY Dad - went back and carried him half way home. Cos he is so diddy and wimpy and silly. Whereas big strong fit me, walks home alongside my Dad.
And then we both had a lovely sleep on the nice cool floor. Cato says he gets hotter than me, but I don't see how. although he does take longer before he is ready to bounce again.
That is my lead. The blue one wot Mum uses to tie me to her in the evenings so I can't go and bark in the garden when I am bored.
Isn't that MEAN of Mum? It is only cos I am bored, when Cato is asleep, and Mum is talking to all you Aunties, and I have woken up after a nice long rest. Barking is important, you know. It is good for me. Better than sleeping forever like slugs. Like Cato does.
Tara: Cato is being very weird. I told you that before. But... he is ruining my Bounce Fun. He is being very um... rough. And bossy. Mum keeps talking about pack dynamos n stuff. But it doesn't help at all. Why can't he go back to being all wimpy and fun to splat?
Ace walk today! I used not to like the beach, but it is growing on me! Yay! We waited til it stopped raining, then me and Mum and Dad and Tara all went down the beach. It woz fun!
That is Ella in the distance with her Mum and Dad. She was very bouncy, so Tara didn't like her.
Here she is close up. She bounced a lot, but this is where she stood a bit still for a moment.
I liked her, but Tara made sure she hid behind Dad. Ella was very scruffy in a happy, just been in the sea, way.
This shows you we have been having a lot of rain. Mum says. Cos this is some kind of drainage overflow thing.
I would have hunted seagull if they hadn't been hiding on the water, but we don't need another bath, do we Aunties?
Wossat? Wotcha found? Is it sniffy?
This is me going round again. I like to do it. The beach on the other side of the wood was lower than on this side. So it wasn't safe. Even Tara didn't want to just jump down!
See, I looked, and thought, and decided to go around.
Tara just followed Dad, but I had a thunk and decided. Mum saw me do it.
And then we had a fight. Tara can be a pain sometimes, and she always thinks that she can fight whenever she wants, and sometimes I can't be bothered. But today was really fun!
OK, had enough now. So don't start again Tara, cos I might not be so nice, next time...
Those fight pics are very interesting, aren't they? The way I take them is to stand there, aiming the camera in the direction of the play-fight, tapping the button as fast as I can. Then, when I get home, I weed out the blurred ones, and the ones where you can't see their faces, and voila! the fight is there. Not all the pics get onto the blog, but I don't just select pics where just one paw is winning. I try and do a fair representation of how the fight was going, and if Tara was on top 80% of the time, then you see 4 Tara on top pics, and 1 where Cato was on top.
And just look at that last fight series. Tara wasn't on top at all. She is very much on the defensive, weight shifted back, head and shoulders tilted down a little. Cato was the dominant character, and it has been developing for the last couple of weeks. Her height and weight advantage really isn't helping much any more. She may have more bounce, but Cato has a great deal of determination.
He isn't bullying (like she used to a bit). He is just standing up for himself with conviction nowadays. Obviously feeling much better, eh?
Tara is rather confused about it!
We found a new info board. Have I shown you this before? I can't remember
We've had a busybusybusy day! Mum couldn't walk us again, and Dad had to go workstuff, but it is a good job! If we had gone out, we might not have been around to mount the WindowCleaner Defence Manouevre! It was very exciting.
The first we knew of the attack was when we were snuggling with Mum on the sofa while she ate her lunch. There was terrible banging and clanking and dangerous shadows on the front window! I ran to the front door, and Tara climbed on the table behind the sofa, and we barked and barked and barked (in case Mum hadn't noticed).
There was a man on a ladder! Trying to get into our house!!! Waving a tea towel around in a threatening manner!
But we drove him off.
He must have known that Our Pack was capable of driving him off, mustn't he? Cos he flapped around a bit but gave up in the end.
So then we had a bit of a snooze (cos organised siege warfare is a bit tiring) and Mum went back to work... But then he came back! And he brought a friend! And this time, they attacked the BACK of the house!!! Right near our catflap! Stomping all over the garden with their creaky big scary ladders, and their whistling, and their talking and singing!!!
We had to work harder this time. Running in and out of the catflap, up and down the garden.
The man put his ladder over the wall, and climbed in! He was HUGE. And flappy!!!
At one point we had to retreat inside, and now our catflap and patio door smells of his stinky washing water. Ewwww!!!!
Eventually, his attack got so serious that Mum had to stop her work and go out and see them off. She was incredibly brave. She walked right up to him. Talked to him. She pretended to be friendly, just to lull him into a false sense of security, I think. Then she handed him something, and he went away. Humans fight in weird ways, but it sure was effective.
We escorted the defeated invaders off the property, just to show them who had won!
Mum is very very brave isn't she?
Good job we were around too, or she would have been computering and wouldn't have known we were under attack, and been able to fight them off!
(Mum: no pics of this epic battle, I am afraid. Didn't want to lay myself open to any sneaking flank attacks, so left the camera inside today)
Mum forgot to do my hair today! Hahaha! She said I looked like a hooligan. And Dad says I look like Einstein. Whoever that is.
I think I look like a PIRATE, cos my hair covers my eye like an eyepatch. But can you tell Mum to do my hair properly tomorrow? I like my sprouts.
We walked with Dad after Mum's boring work finished, but it was still hot. Cato wimped out. And he went on strike in the cemetery AGAIN.
Did you see him? He is that tiny dot to the right of the path and the left of the tree. Lying down.
Dad wanted to carry him, but Mum and me just walked off, and Dad followed, and then Cato did too!
He caught us up eventually, and didn't try it on again. Mum is tough on him because he deserves it, but I don't know why she is so mean and horrible to me sometimes. Not fair!
I saw a squirrel in the cemetery too! But I had Mum on the lead at the time, so couldn't chase it. Pity. I would have got it too!
We did a hot long walk today. With two water stops, and a sit down at the cemetery bench, but it was still a looooong hot way.
First we did the Slippy LEaf Road, on the shady side. Then we did the cemetery, with treats and lots of photos.
There were some sniffs too
and we sat beside these people
on their special bench
I really needed a rest, so I lay down for a bit, but then they made me run to catch up, so I just got hotter.
and then we went to Our Field, and I was feeling a bit better cos I managed to have a bounce
This is me having a nice long drink, and Tara lying there like a big lump and nearly knocking the water bowl over. She is looking across the field and three huge Boxers that were charging about over there. I don't think she wanted me to drink for long, in case they got close to us.
And then we came home.
I could have done with a lift from Dad, near the end, but Mum was with us, so no chance.
It would be good if we took the car next time, then I could just do the fun bits and not the boring lead stuff. I wish humans paid more attention to where I am leading them. But they are so big and clunky that they don't follow me properly. I end up missing out on some sniffs!
Tara: WE got out of the house!!! it was great. We walked all the way to the end of the road, and then twice round the dogfield. It was sooo nice. Dad doesn't mind me pulling a bit, and there are lots of gates and front gardens and posts to sniff, and then we can bounce in the field. This is the first big sniff:
and this is the second which Cato missed! Haha!
this is when we woz bouncing and Dad was doing the slow-coach thing.
You wanted to see my tail. So here it is.
And this is HEnry. He was too big for Tara, but I found him very friendly.
Tara wimped out, as usual
I think the next little trim will be to Cato's rear end, between his back legs... he is definitely starting to look as if he is wearing a nappy...
Hello Aunties! Today Mum and Dad had visitors. Smelly stinky visitors to do mysterious things to the central heating. And the gas. And Mum says they are fitting a new boiler wotever that is.
So we decided to go and visit with AuntieKimDogwalker for the day, because you know how sill Tara gets with visitors. especially bangy visitors making their bangs upstairs where she can't fuss them and get their attention all the time.
So here we are, on AuntieKim's facebook site with our huge long walk.
These are the best pics. Tara has her tail down, of course. She always does around big dogs. But it was a good walk.
There is even a video of us!!!
And now we are very, very tired!
Mum says it does Tara good to get to know big dogs, and not to die every time. Maybe one day she will realise that she won't die next time, either.
She also says that we are going to be social butterflies this week, cos we are going to AuntieKim's again tomorrow, while the stinky men come back to finish. And then on Friday we are going to lovely AuntieGroomer.
We will be very tired, won't we?
Lots of work on at the moment, plus the hot tub, of course. So I didn't get time to take yesterday's Blog dictation from the Hounds.
Actually, they had forgotten, so I popped their comments in for yesterday, and today is ALL MINE, and I can show you a few photos that I couldn't fit in yesterday from Foxy Park.
Hope you like them.
Miniature blue bells (I think)
tulips and shadows:
a bumble bee in the shade
and a moment later, in the sun
Tulips and wallflowers. beautiful combo. I just wish the cream petals didn't wash out...
the whole flowerbed, sunbathing
I have given up on these murdered trees. poor things.
a memorial bench plaque
one of the cherry trees isn't very well.
more beautiful blossom, but I have no idea what it is
Did you spot the pigeon? No, neither did Cato PigeonBane, Master Hunter Extraordinaire.
Mum didn't do her boring work thing today, and Dad wasn't doing his boring work thing til later, so we went out for breakfast sausages.
This is where they ate, and we sat under the table, like always. The floor is very clean, which is a pity. I always hope for some dropped food, but there never is. We then go outside, and just before we go onto the beach, Dad gets out his napkin and we sit-ever-so-good and we get chuncks of sausage. Then we have the strength to go and play on the beach.
Dad is wearing his red hat wot Mum gave him for Christmas, and he has the glove I gave him for Christmas in his pocket. The other glove, that Cato gave him is probably lost somewhere.
The water was out today, so we could go down onto the hard sand, and under the pier. Always lovely and sniffy under there. You can see how big it is, compared with me.
It was a very long walk today, all the way down to the edge of the marshes, and the sky was HUGE.
We met a pair Shih Tzus called Bailey who is BIG, and a puppy called Dougie. That is Bailey in the pic a short run in front of Dad. Dougie was on the lead, poor lad, cos he doesn't have a good Recall yet.
Tara chased a crow, and it was very casual about flapping off. Almost like it didn't care.
Mum tried to photo Tara lying on her back getting sniffed by a huge golden retriever, but Tara saw the camera and stood up very quickly.
This photo is from near the end when I was tired and wanted to go home. I went up to the top of the beach so show Mum where the steps were. But I got the wrong ones, and we had to walk for ages after this. Then I slept all evening.
They are going away. I don't know how I feel about it. Mum says the heating will be on, there will be lots of food, and they will be back in less than 24 hours. Auntie Jane is on standby, if they are delayed. She has a key. There was a huge discussion about whether it was 'kinder' to leave me at home, or put me in prison for a day. I voted for staying at home. I hate prison. I never eat when I am there. At least this way I get to be at home, even if the window will be shut.
Yesterday was a nice walk, by all accounts, but there are no pics. They (Dad and the Hounds) went down to the Ping Pong Park, and bounced about playing Truffle Hound, but he forgot the camera.
Today, was a disaster! The dishwasher pump has broken down, and Dad spent most of the morning trying to fix it - with no success. Then we both had to scoot out to work this afternoon, leaving Their Majesties in charge - with no walk!!! As you can imagine, this wasn't popular. So there will be a whole range of Team Tzu v Mum activities this evening, to relieve the boredom.
There was one, wonderful thing though. My work appt ended in time for me to be driving home during the sunset (3.50pm ish) and the sky was so absolutely glorious that I stopped the car and took a few iphone snaps.
The first three pics are looking into the sunset, roughly W by SW
This next pic is looking E, away from the sun.
So, we had a fab walk today at Foxy Park! This is me and Dad
and this is me splatting Cato over in the wilderness area (see my cunning tail grab manooover?)
And this is him pathetically trying to chase me, in a really wimpish feeble way
Ooops! So, er, actually this this him catching me. But only cos I let him!
So then I had to get my revenge in the car park bit where Mum shouts at us if we fight - in case we get run over
And this is when he was trying to get me back! Again! He never seems to know when I have squished him into the ground!
And this is us at the Foxy bench.
I just jumped down, and you can see my tail nicely. We played Truffle Hound and some woman came over with a Shih Tzu. We thought she was going to say hello, but her dog was nasty and went for Cato. But he was trying to sniff her bottom without asking first, and that isn't nice. So I didn't mind her telling him off. I don't like it either. And then she got her phone out of her pocket and asked for photos of us, to show her daughter.
Cato can tell you about all the stinky flowers and stuff.
So I will get Mum's flowers out of the way first, and then tell you the interesting stuff.
Here is a Fatty Plant, or something. Mum says it has survived the winter amazingly well. They usually go all yellow and saggy. But that is cos it was mild. Didn't feel mild to me and my paws and my cold undercarriage, and all that frozen mud!!!
And Mum says these are hyacynths or something, now they have grown up enough to tell.
and there is still only one red tulip so she didn't pic that one again, cos it would have been the same.
And these are GRAPE hyacinths. The grapy bit is important, she says.
Mum doesn't know what sort of baby tree this sprout is, but she will find out soon when the furry bits grow leaves.
Did you see the pigeon hiding up in the tree out of reach? Cheat!
This is nettle sprouts. I don't like nettles. But I bet I could get Tara to run into them, if I angle it right...
This is were the rain went, on the day we didn't walk.
And look! the best bit last - foxy is definitely living there. it is all clean and neat and even Mum's nose can tell it smells of stinky fox.
We are off to see Aunty DogSitter Kim tomorrow, and Mum says we are going to stay there ALL DAY, because Mum and Dad are going to Leeds for the day. Whatever Leeds is. So we have to be very good. And we are going to take a packed breakfast, and treats, and our beds. And I bet we will turn up on Facebook again, cos we did last time. Well, Tara did. Doing her butter-wouldn't-melt face in their front room. But Mum says we should go to sleep in the afternoon, cos we will be tired after our long walk. And then time will pass really quickly, and then next thing we know, they will be arriving to pick us up. Is she right, Aunties? Does time go quicker like that?
She got on the bed at 3.20am this morning, and was dumped unceremoniously back into the pen - and stayed there. Ha!
But then as soon as I got out of bed this morning, she waited til I was out of the room and was up and rambling the bed. As Dad says 'I wouldn't mind if only she lay down and snoozed' but after all night in the pen, I just don't think she can keep still for another second. Will give it til the weekend when he goes back on shift before moving the bedroom round AGAIN.
Hahaha! We had a GREAT walk today. Look. This is my Beach Face:
I am wearing my blue bow, and have sand in my eyebrows. It was ACE!!!
First of all we went to have lunch with Dad in the sausage place beside where Dad works. And then he left to start being shifty. Or doing his shifty thing. Wotever.
So we went down ontot he beach, and Mum gave us sausage. But it woz weird. They weren't the usual sausages. They came out of a plastic bag! Mum says that now Cato is Gluten Free, we have to have Gluten Free sausages, so she cooks us Special Sausages and brings them with her. I don't care. so long as I get sausage. Actually, I think Mum's sausages are nicer. And juicier.
This is First Sniff
This is me on a Beach Mountain.
I would have gone further, but I knew that Mum was keeping some Special Sausage in her pocket, so that Cato didn't try going back to the car. Every time Mum saw him heading for the steps off the beach, she got another bit of sausage out of her pocket. It was like magic.
I got a bit left behind cos I was sniffing at the wood thing. It smelled LOVELY!!!
And then I had to runandrunandrun to catch up. I could see Tara was waiting to bounce on me
It is a bounce ambush, isn't it?
I wish she wouldn't. I was trying to circle round, but she just jumps up and charges me.
Anyway. Here we are a bit later investigating the seaweedy bits
This is a good shot of my tail, don't you think? It nearly looks OK again.
This is Bonnie. She had a ball. And she was very wet. And she got a bit worried when her Mum was standing by our Mum, and she couldn't see her.
There were lots of paws on the beach today. This brown and white paw came charging up to us VERY FAST. But when they saw we didn't want to play, they went charging off, just as fast.
This is a black German Shepherd. It was HUGE. And it wasn't interested in us at all.
There was also a Jack Russell. His Mum was standing beside him laughing, while he dugandduganddug. He had made a hole so deep that only the tip of his tail stuck out the top. Our Mum said 'He's a man with a mission!'
And the Jack Russell's mum said 'Yes, he wants to visit Australia!'
Mum's Sky Pics
We nearly didn't get a walk today! It rained all morning, then cleared up, so we rushed out to the car and went to the Fox park - but as Mum and Dad were helping us out of the car (I can jump out myself, but I am not allowed ) it started to sleet!
I don't see sleet often, so it was exciting.
Cato dashed off for a poo, otherwise Mum and Dad might have decided to go home WITHOUT A WALK!!! which would have been TERRIBLE!!!
This is where Cato decided to poo. And Dad picking it up. He went a long way, didn't he? Dad was not happy.
Dad was on Poo Pickup Duty today. They take it in turns. Me and Cato don't know why they do it. We want to leave our poo around for other people to sniff, cos we like sniffing poo.
Anyway, we had a good fight
And Cato tried to steal my stick!
And then Dad had to do Pickup No 2 - Mine I supervised.
It was very cold and wet. Mum wore her hat and gloves. And we ran about a lot to keep warm.
When we ran along the path there were splatty squishy splashy noises. Mum tried to photograph the splashes we made in the puddles, but it was too wet and she was fussing with the camera and worrying it would get wet or something.
These are 2 VERY INTERESTING sniffy holes. We both sniffed them a lot. I got right in, and put my front paws in the bottom. Is this what rabbits smell of? Wouldn't it be fabulous if we got rabbits moving into the park? Although they must be very silly rabbits to dig homes here. It is just beside the children's play area.
There were seagulls too. And we chased them off. We don't often see seagulls trespassing on our park.
Mum also phaffed about taking photos of our tummies and a stinky flower for you. Which just made us colder. It rained and sleeted and snowed in turn during our walk. The sky was dark grey. That is why it was so dark. You can see the hailstones in the 1st poo pickup photo. Mum says it is proof that she loves us very much. But we knew that anyway, we don't need hail to prove it. Treats would be better proof.
Another cold wet windy day. They insisted on leaving the window open all morning. Blamed me for it!
I was curled up on the Big Bed trying to keep warm, and they made the house nearly as cold as outside. Ridiculous.
No one has asked after my War Wound recently, I notice.
So I shall tell you anyway. I am still limping. Worse when I have been using it a lot. So obviously, I do as little as possible.
Mum left us with AuntieKim today. It was a GREAT walk, but I wish Mum could have come too.
These are the pics from AuntieKim's Facebook thing. We got all wet and muddy cos it was raining. It was lovely and cool.
This is us waiting for Mum
Then we had a bath and our breakfast, and then we snuggled with AuntieKim, and then we came home with Mum and SLEPT.
We slept all night and slept lots of today too.
AnuntieKims walks always make us sleep lots.
Cato: Oh aunties, can you make it stop sleeting? We haven't had a walk again today! It was sunny for tiny bit of the morning, and then it just got worse and worse. Even Tara is getting used to just sleeping! And Mum keeps disapearing into the hot splash pool. All we can do is bounce a bit together, and bounce a bit with Mum or Dad when they aren't doing other stuff.
It isn't much of a life!
Could we come and stay (Mum and Dad too) somewhere nice and warm and dry, with some of you?
Tara: Huff! This is the worst EVER. Even in the middle of the coldest bit of the snowiest bit we didn't miss so many walks. There was lovely mud everywhere. Mum says it has all happened cose she had our coats cut shorter for the spring. From then on, the cold and rain just got worse.
There is only so much sleep I can BEAR!!!
Mum says we can play Ping Pong later, in the house. But why can't we play it NOW?
There aren't even any pictures to show how boring it is. just us asleep all the time.
So today Mum took us to Bear Woods. It was GREAT.
This is First Sniff:
and this is a nice Spaniel who wasn't listening to his Mum at all. She was shouting and shouting, and he was sniffing and sniffing.
Today we went the other way round from normal, so all the sniffs came in the reverse order. It was fun!
Just along here we met a lady from Mum's work, with her friend and two children. We were excellent Shih Tzu ambassadors, Mum says. The boy doesn't like dogs, but he liked me, and he gave us both treats, and he asked if he could pick us up. Mum said she thought we would prefer to have our paws on the ground, so he crouched down and got on our level instead. He was nice. So was the girl, but she is used to Staffies, so she knew she liked us from the start.
No donkeys here, either...
This is Tara doing her Balleticals.
I am looking back at Mum and rolling my eyes
And look here. She found some mud. And she HAD to walk through it. Three times! I walked around.
And again. She is really weird, isn't she?
I got stuck
And I was REALLY stuck. And I asked Mum to come and help.
But to everyone's surprise, Tara came to help.
But then she got bored and wandered off
And I was very worried, and I didn't know what to do.
But it was OK, cos Mum came and helped me. She lifted me up onto the log, and then encouraged me to jump down onto the Mum-side. I didn't want to do it, cos I don't like heights, and I don't like jumping down onto new surfaces, but I knew I had to be brave, and Mum was there, so I did. And then we carried on our walk. Mum says I am a hero. And she gave me a big treat after my jump.
We found some more mud. Which I walked around, and Tara walked across.
Mum says I have to show you this pic, cos Tara looks so cute. I would like to point out that her hair is because she attacked me, not cos I attacked her.
This is at the end, when we were both tired
But I wasn't too tired to go Fu Dogging at Tara when she tried to bounce once too often! Ha! I told her good!
Mum: Lots of photos today. Skip 'em if they bore you!
Cato: Soooooo tired! We had 3 long walks today. Three!
first one was in Hebden Bridge. Mum said we was gonna have lovely doggy cakes and beer in a lovely cafe. But there was flooding a few weeks ago, and our cafe was closed while being un-flooded.
so we had a breakfast sausage sitting in the freezing cold (ice on puddles!) outside a not-doggy cafe. Not very nice. But then we had a walk along the canal,
and Mum and Dad played in the park on these machines. Say after me: humans are weird.
then Mum wanted a coffee. Normally coffee tables are boring. But this one had a great view
wish i hadn't been on a lead!
Mum sat and looked at these boring flowers, while i was pigeon hunting.
then we all got back in the car and went to Haworth. There was another park
and we played Truffle Hound, blinking in the sun
and a very steep hill wot made us tired, so we sat in the warm pub and rested, but Mum and Dad kept wandering off, and we got worried.
Walk 3 was back down the humungous hill. We snored all the way home in the car, and Tara hasn't bounced on me at all, since the canal! I have never seen her worn out before. It is lovely.
Going to step in here, because neither C or T have any interest in the following, but i do!
at the top of the horrendous and exhaustingly steep (we all agree on this!) hill in Haworth are the church and vicarage of the Bronte sisters who wrote Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights, and other books. Their father was the vicar.
so we had a good look round the church and vicarage museum, taking it in turns, while the other human sat with the dogs in this lovely pub and ate lunch.
The view from the church door (side entrance)
Down a side alley
the street opposite the church. Don't often see the word Apothecary any more!
The pub next door to church where we had a dog friendly lunch. (check out the menu!)
the view down the steep walk back to the car
I am very tired. And they kept leaving us! And i was worried they wouldn't come back. See how worried i am?
but some nice ladies kept stopping and saying how beautiful i am, and stroking me, and fussing. One girl in the pub place rubbed my neck for 20 mins. It was lovely. She sat on the floor with me and Cato, cos we were snoozing lying on Mum's coat. She had put it on the floor so we could have a snuggle-bed that felt like home.
Mum says I am being very clever and grown up now, and haven't had any accidents. Of course i haven't. I keep asking to go out cos i want to meet the horses.
No pics today, cos Mum woz being prof- froff- proffessal. She had to do a meet thing with her bosslady, but becos Mum works from home, Bosslady said 'let's go to the stinky coffeeplace.' and Mum said 'Can Cato and Tara come and be veryveryvery good sitting under the table no-bother-at-all becos then we can walk there and back.'
So we did.
It was very, very boring. They just jabbered and jabbered and jabbered about numbers. And Tara was only a bit of a pest for attention. I was good-as-gold. And then we walked home down the sniffy lane and saw a cat!
Bosslady wouldn't let me get on her lap, and she didn't have any treats, so we had to sit quiet and stop-being-a-pest. But that woz OK, cos all the other people at the coffeeplace outside tables came and said hello. That was much more interesting than talking about boring work, isn't it?
So, they really were very good. Tara did a teensy bit of attention seeking, and whined twice, but she stopped when I poked her gently with my toe. And they were VERY patient. We were there for over two hours. The mutts did, of course, garner the usual adoration and attention. I think we ended up talking to several adults, two waitresses and half a dozen children. One couple sitting inside actually banged on the window to get our attention and waved, and gave me a thumbup. Then when Bosslady went inside to use the bathroom, they struck up a conversation and talked about their two Shih Tzus named Cassandra and (I think) Titus. Awesome names, eh? They said they liked Tara's sprout too - I didn't put a bow on. Was trying for smart-casual, not lickle pwincess.
Thankfully Bosslady didn't mind that she was temporarily absorbed into being part of Tara and Cato's Entourage. In fact, I think she found it quite amusing. It happens to Dad and me so often that I hardly notice it any more. lol. or I would have given her more warning - or even thought twice about taking them.
Anyway, we got the work we needed done, so no harm done.
Bosslady had actually met them once before - way back when Tara was about 16 weeks, we all (C,T and I) went over with a Xmas present. If I remember correctly, Tara widdled on the kitchen tiles, ate the birdfood off the ground under the bird table, and caused both children to beg for a puppy for months after...
Cato: It was wetwetwet on Monday and Tuesday, so we didn't walk. And by Wednesday, both Mum and me were really hoping we could get Tara's Bounce out of the house. And we could! it was still dark and grey and soggy, but we went to the big lake.
This is right at the start. Can you see the rain-puddle on the path? Tara wouldn't walk through it! ha!
We only went round the lake once today. and Mum said we had to stay on the path cos of the mud
But it was still fun.
And we managed to get nice and muddy and Tara was less stinky at the end. Haha!
This was a nice man and his two paws. A Border Terrier who was very wary of us, and a Jackl Russell who kept bouncing to ask us to chase her. I tried but she was very fast, and I couldn't keep up! The ground was ever so wet. And the sky was ever so grey and dark.
Boring ducks hiding on the water.
Mum was walking much faster than usual, and she kept muttering about rain, but we were all wet from the mud and the grass and the puddles, so it didn't matter if we got wet from the sky too.
These Coots thought we had some lunch for them! But we didn't. So then they swore at us! That is rude, isn't it?
This was Magnus. He was all by himself inside the swimming area fence, and he was soaking wet and bouncing and running about. Mum saw him from a long way away, and there was no-one with him! When we got there, we stopped to say hello through the fence, and Mum tried to see if there was a telephone number on his collar, in case he was lost.
But then Magnus' Mum came round the hill, and called him. Mum spoke to her. Apparently, the swimming area is Magnus' most favourite place in all the world. And as soon as he realises that the walk is getting near the swimming area, he runs ahead and jumps over the fence, and plays in the water. Then he gets all worried cos his Mum hasn't kept up. He LOVES water.
I don't like water. Not even warm spa water. Did Mum tell you we are having a Spar Day on Friday?
This is near the end. Look how muddy I am, and how bouncy Tara still is. I was a bit fed up of being bounced on by this time!
Mum walks so slllooooowwwww!!!
We kept having to wait for her.
But it was OK cos I spent the time bouncing on Cato. He is so bouncable, isn't he?
But he has started to fight back a bit more, you know. Ever since Mum made us both go gluten free, and only have posh sausages. Cato's ear isnt stinky yeasty any more, and he is definitely more bossy. and he fights back more. And he tells me off more. Not that I ever need to be told off, but he does it anyway, for weird reasons, like he doesn't want me to splat him with my ninjaness. Or he doesn't want me to pull his tail. Stuff like that.
Such a relief to let them blow off a bit of steam! They were sooooo much calmer and more relaxed when we got home.
The big black bird is a cormorant. They are amazing birds. The actually fly/swim under water, hunting fish and then sit on rocks to preen and dry off afterwards. Much bigger than seagulls, and their beaks have a vicious stabbing almost-hook.
When we got round to the other side of the lake, the cormorant (or its mate) was fishing. Can you see its head sticking up. Every so often it would dive, and then swim along under water and pop up yards away. They hunt fish, but they also try to come up underneath water birds like the black and white coot, or the gulls, and grab them from below, dragging them down to drown, then eat them.
It had tried to do that to the coot, which managed to escape, and was heading off at speed for the shallow water!
Mum said we HAD to go and say goodbye to the beach today, cos on Friday it belongs to holiday makers and dogs are not allowed.
We can still go on the other beaches, and on the salt marshes, but not to the nice beach with the pier.
So we walked all the way and then had a sad goodbye breakfast. The sausage didn't taste sad, but it was sad when it was over. See how my bits are smaller than Tara's bits? Not Fair!!!
Mum says she will have a word with Aunty Jane about not having Sunday breakfasts here any more - cos it will be cruel to be so close to the beach but not allowed on it. But I reassured her that we will manage to suffer the torture of not going on the beach so long as she gives us lots of sausage instead.
This is Mum's coffee
And this is view from where we were sitting
This is the beach. Same as always. But it was good to bounce on. And there were little humans around with buckets and spades too. And a huge white labrador doing an even huger poo. I wanted to sniff it but they were both scary big.
The donkeys were there, and I sneaked up behind them, to try and sniff their bottoms! But the donkey lady stopped them, and Mum called me away. She said I might scare the donkeys. But that is just... impossible. Donkeys are ENORMOUS!!! They couldn't be scared of me. Mum muttered something about it being a mixed blessing if my confidence grows. But I got a treat for coming when I was called, so I didn't mind.
We went up this ramp to go home. Mum says we will be back when it gets cold again.
One pre-loved and carefully decorated sand castle:
And then, like two Godzillas approaching New York...
They are off to DogSitterLady Kim tomorrow at 7.30am. I wonder if they will be as exhausted this time...?
Sniffs and romps and big dogs and Mum photographed my tummy, and EVERYTHING!!!
Soooooo much better than being trapped in the house. They won't even let me go outside and bark! Spoilsports! Mum gets in the splashy ppol and before she does she puts my lead on and ties me to the table leg!!!! Its cruel! It is Tara Abuse!!! IT is TERRIBLE!!! All I wanted to do was go outside and bark at the monsters in the alley. And the birds. And Mrs Nextdoor with her washing. And the CycleMan when he goes down the alley. And the grass stems. And that beetle. And the clouds.
Mum is ever so cruel, sometimes. And Dad has gone to bed, so he can't save me. S'not fair!!!
But Mum did give me 2 Sprouts today. do you like them?
It was a lovely walk. Just wot I needed. Though we stopped and had a drink twice. Until Jasper and Lewis came along and drank all our water! Their Mum hadn't brought any, and they were GASPING.
Mum says that it WAS too hot, but we really needed it. And apart from the silly barking, Tara is much better this evening. She isn't chewing my ear all the time, for one thing.
She played with a stick, and tried to get me to steal it, but I wasn't really into it.
And we had a bit of a fight,
But mainly we just ran around and panted.
This is Spike. He is a rescue. He has only been with his new Mum for 2 weeks, and she was walking him off lead. He wanted to play, but we didn't cos he is very big. He is supposed to be a cross between a Rottie and a Staffie or something, but he looked more like a Lab to us. He was OK, but TOO BIG and Mum thinks he should have been on the lead, cos once upon a time he killed a cat!!! Imagine killing Sidney!!! He must be scary!!!
But he was OK with us. And he didn't think we were cats. This is Tara flashing her knickers to make sure he knew she wasn't a cat.
These are Mums phaffy shots.
Red leaves with sunlight through them. Yawn.
Dogroses. Yawn. Even though they are DOG roses.
Oh, and a little Entmoot of 3.
Come on Aunties! Follow me!!
We had a walk yesterday, but it was after Mum finished work, so it was too dark for pics. Today was dark and grey too, but it was dry and not too cold, so we didn't need our jumpers.
I decided that this little pink girl was a bit wobbly, so I followed her for a while to make sure she was OK. She was.
This is Mum pointing the pic at the sun - see the watery white light through the branches? It was very wimpy, wasn't it? Tara used to say I was wimpy, but she hasn't said it recently. Haha!
I tried Aunties, really I did, but even with Air Widdling, I only got 4 out of 8
Tara: Has he finished pretending he got all the Entmoot? Cos he didn't. But I bounced on him anyway.
And then he got cross with me, and we stood still for a bit while he calmed down. Don't know wot his problem woz!!!
Oh, and this is when he found somepaws old tennis ball and started dribbling all over it. Or something. Dad definitely said that Cato was dribbling. There was a lady standing next to Mum squeaking about how cute he woz. I woz standing right next to her, and she wozn't squeaking at me! But then I didn't have a bow in, cos Dad said their wozn't time for hairdressing. I bet that woz why.
This Border Terrier woz OK. But she wanted the treats Dad had in his pocket. MY treats. I tried standing on Dad's lap to keep an eye on them, but he said something about muddy foots, and shunted me off!!! But BorderTerrier didn't get any treats. Although Cato let her have a drink.
This is me having a last sniff before we get in the car. Mum says you can see how handsome he is (and how dirty! says Mum) cos this is the last time you will see him. We are going to say goodbye to him and have New Stinky Car, where I have to share a New Stinky Black Crate with Cato. Though Mum has washed our nice soft brown bed, the one Cato humps after dinner, and we can have that inside Stinky Crate. Only I don't want to be shut in the crate with Cato and the bed if he is going to hump in there. Ewwwwww!
This is how My Dad helps us into the car. I got in first today, so I am in there waiting. Cato has his toes pointed doesn't he? Haha!
So, this was the 21st December, last day of car, winter solstice, shortest day of the year, and this heroic yellow rose is STILL flowering, bless it. Looking a bit weather beaten, but still valiantly blooming
But look at the glory of it when I lifted it to face the camera.
Absolutely stunning, and scented like a warm June day...
This is that first, all important sniff-widdle. It was lovely.
Boring white stuff
and then we saw the Donkeys. It was very exciting. There were so many of them!
This is me having a foray on the Donkey Side. I slipped through the fence and started to go to see them, but I got distracted by some delicious Donkey Poo, and then I sort of realised how close I was to them, and turned round to find Mum, and she had disappeared!!! So I executed a controlled retreat at top speed, and then I saw Dad, and headed straight for him! Phew!
But Tara didn't get any Donkey Poo, cos she was too wussy to climb through the fence!
This is us leading Mum away towards safer places and sniffs.
So after Cato did his silly donkey stuff, and nearly wet himself hahahaha! we went along here,
which is BORING until you realise that the bit in the left is a FASCINATING and sniffy ditch. A deep ditch. With marvellous sniffy things in the bottom.
It is deeper than Mum is tall, but you can't really see that here. I wanted to go down it very very very much, but I also didn't want to go down... and Mum and Dad were watching, and I didn't want to get told off. So I didn't get too close. Maybe next time...
Then we got to the lake, and there was glorious squelchy mud, and Cato got told off for drinking the mud soup. And I got a 'Oh Tara!!!!' when I mud puddled. But it is OK cos I wiped it off on Cato's back, and the benches, and even on the grass.
It was a bit hot, and Cato lay down under the bench and panted instead of playing Truffle Hound. Mum says that when it gets really hot we will have to walk in the evenings instead of middle of the day. And then Mum can have her lunch in the garden instead of in front of the computer every day.
Arty pic 1 (for Auntie Angel)
Arty Pic 2
And a fisherman that the mutts did not see (thank goodness) or they would have mugged him for attention, and his bait and sandwiches, if he had any.
Oh, and very interestingly, this afternoon, they went outside and sunbathed in the garden without a human for protection. They often go out and widdle, or play, but this time they lay in the sun, on the decking, rather close to the entrance to the side alley, and were completely sleepy and relaxed.
Those ghosties have obviously vacated!
It was VERY windy today. Mum nearly didn't take us out, cos she thought we might get blown away. But we asked and asked, and Tara was being such a pest, what with the sausage dramas, and beating me up, that Mum said she needed to wear her out.
We woz both pretty desperate, and hauled Mum along quite sharpish!
Once we were at Our Field, we just had to RUN and SNIFF and BOUNCE. Even Tara couldn't ruin it.
See the grasses and stuff all leaning sideways at the back of the picture? That is how windy it woz. Mum nearly got blown over!
I won! Hah! Tara says I cheat on these steps, but I don't. I just have an attention span longer than a gnat.
This is me looking cute coz I know Mum has treats.
This is Cato not looking as cute as me.
I do feel better now. Getting the wind up under your tail really helps, doesn't it? But I am STILL STARVING.
We walked home through the cemetery, and I saw these. Lovely, plain, and affectionately remembered, side by side. Mr and Mrs Johnson, died in the 1880s after a long life together.
And then we walked home down the slippy leaf road, and I looked up at this miserable house for maybe the 50th time, and actually looked at it for once.
For sale. Used to be a house of multiple occupation, being sold off because it needs so much work done on it.
When I got home, I looked it up online.
Wish we could afford it, and renovate it... it could be marvellous again!