Cato: Mum didn't have to do her work thing today, so we had a bit of a lie in, then we got ready (Tara's hair takes AGGGEEEESSSSSS) and went out before breakfast! Dad was out, so we could go to the big beach. Last time we went there he fell over in the slippy sand, and he says he doesn't like it any more. I don't understand, cos his wrist has stopped hurting now.
Anyway, it was fun. Really early, and sunny. The bit I didn't like was going down that ramp slope thing to the beach. Mum was mean and walked off saying 'you've done it before, Cato, so I know you can do it.'
but I didn't like it.
Can you see me? by the steps. The slope is VERY steep.
I caught up with them just as they went round the corner. Running is soft sand is hard work, isn't it?
Of course, Tara beat me up.
until I got cross with her.
but then we found a mountain and some graves. Major excavations, eh? Very sniffy.
This was supposed to be an arty shot of the waves in the sand, and the wind sculpture n stuff. But really all it shows you is that my ear infection has cleared up.
Tara actually jumped over this, instead of walking round. Duh!
Me now! I am taking over the interesting bit of this walk. Cos it is about me, and it is interesting. Look wot I found! Steps and a climby thing!
I went all the way up! and had a good look round.
Can you see me? I came right to the front edge and looked down on Mum and Cato. They were very titchy from up there.
I wanted Mum to come up too, so I could show her everything, but she wouldn't.
So I had to go down again.
We couldn't walk round the end of this waterbreak thing. Too slippy for clumsy humans. It is where poor Dad hurt his wrist last time. So we had to go over it instead. It was very exciting!
I climbed all the way over, cos I am brave and clever. But Cato didn't like it, and stayed behind. So Mum had to go back and fetch him.
I came back with her, just so I could climb over it all over again! Hahahaha!
Interesting sniffy weed.
More interesting, more sniffy weed.
Cato: I will take over again now. She showed off about all her climbing and then lost interest again. I expect she will be snoring in a minute or two.
Look. This is ragwort. It is huge. nearly as tall as Mum. It makes me look little too, doesn't it?
We stopped at a bench so we could have another drink, and Mum could sit and enjoy her metal drink of not-coffee-stuff. She took pics too.
This is across the estuary. 2 forts, 2 tankers, Spurn Point, the light house and wind pumps, Mum says. And sand, of course.
We were walking on that sand just before.
This is something called Rose Bay Willow Herb. I think Bailey and Winnie and Sophie would call it Fireweed.
Tara is snoring now, just like I said.
It was nice and cool when we hit the beach, but Mum took such a long time drinking her not-coffee that it got really hot. She said she was sorry, and we would walk very slowly back to the car. I was panting LOTS. And we had 3 drinks and ran out of water.
This is Tara showing off her sprouts. On yesterday's walk, a man asked if she was an alien, cos of her alien antennae. Mum and me thought it was really funny, except now she wants to see a SiFi film and fly in a magic saucer. Cos she thinks it is a kite.
I was really hot and puffed by here. I kept going til we got to the hot sandy bits in the distance, and then Mum picked me up without me even having to ask!!! I was really panty. She carried me in both arms, so I was standing on each hand, cos she thought that would be cooler for me than snuggled up to her under one arm. I like snuggling, but she was right, the wind could blow on my tummy and it cooled me down.
It was a long walk back. I had to go 4foots again, for a bit, cos carrying me hurt Mum's back, but then we hit more hot sand, and Mum gave me another lift. I love Mum. I don't know how Tara does it. She was still jumping on benches right at the end!
By the time we got back to the car, the holiday makers were appearing (Mum: it was 10 o'clock by then) and look! There was a butterfly kite!
Luckily Tara didn't notice it though, cos there were so many other people. We would never have got home for my mid morning snooze if she had seen it!
Mum: Been a bit quiet lately, for reasons about to be explained...
We got back from Grandma and Grandpas, and had a relaxed day on Monday (well, the paws relaxed, anyway) and had a nice short beach walk, which they both enjoyed.
Then on Tuesday we went for a longer walk, after dark, on the street. Because Cato was clearly on the mend, and was up to it. Only he wasn't really. He obviously loved being out and sniffing, and so on, but was totally wiped out by the walk, and slept like the dead all evening and night.
So Wednesday we didn't walk (Tara going a bit stir crazy, by now). And by the evening, Cato hadn't eaten, and was distinctly floppy. He had also made a couple of weird yelping noises. The kind of noise he makes when Tara hurts him during their play-fights. Only he was sitting in his bed when he yelped.
Growing a bit concerned, I hand fed him some home-cooked chicken. Very reluctant to start with, but then he got the taste for it, and gulped it down like he was starving.
Half an hour later, more yelping. Including some head turning as though he wanted to fuss with his back end, but couldn't reach.
So we rang the vet and got an emergency appt (at 8pm). The vet was lovely, and gave him a good inspection, and decided it could be impacted anal glands (which surprised me, but then he HAS had an upset tum, hasn't he?). So she expressed them, but didn't get much out. She also gave him morphine, low dose, because she didn't want to choose other pain killers which can be hard on the tum.
Went home. 5 mins after we got in the door, he starts yelping again (in a slightly stoned way!), and it got worse and worse til he yelped and whined and tried to reach around behind him, and moved restlessly for a whole half hour. Very distressing for all of us. Tara especially!
Rang the vet again.
Another trip down to the surgery (9pm), and this time she did a lot of back and nerve tests, but didn't find a problem. His yelping eased off, but that could have been the strange environment.
Vet decided to keep him in for observation, so we came home with a VERY WORRIED Tara.
I rang them at 9am this morning, and they report that he didn't have a bad night. One bout of diarrhoea, but he is drinking. They want to see how he is when the morphine has worn off, and see if he will eat something. I told them NO GLUTEN OR GRAINS. They have started him on some antibiotics. And am to ring at 3pm.
Only spoke to the receptionist so couldn't really cross-examine her properly. I wonder if he has a raised temperature, which is why they have gone for antibiotics? But I think that the last time he had antibiotics he stopped eating, so I doubt if he will have an appetite for strange food, in a strange environment, while queasy from the antiBs.
Meanwhile, Tara is acting like her world is ending. She spent the night looking down the landing, waiting for Cato to come home, hasn't peed, hasn't eaten, and is missing him DREADFULLY.
It is now 11am, and just had a call from Lovely Vet. He didn't eat his breakfast, and she is more inclined now to think it was tummy pain, and she wants him home and relaxed (there is a lot of noise there today with barking dogs, and apparently he ISN'T IMPRESSED. Hahaha!)
So Tara and I are off to fetch him now! Yippee!
Cato: This bloggy thing is for Karel. He is a Brother Hunter.
Because of all my patrols, I kept the moles out of Grandad's garden for the whole time we were there. Grandad thanked me, and said how important it was. Look at this pic, and you will understand:
This is a pic of Grandad's garden looking out of our bedroom window. Mum lifted me up to so I could see too. There. In the field on the other side of Grandad's hedge. Can you see them? It is a massed hoard of invading moles, just waiting for me to let down my guard. All those Molehills! I just know they were waiting for me to go back home with Mum. Grandad says he has something that will stop them tunneling in, but it is very worrying. It won't be as good as having me On Patrol, will it?
These are the old Molehills that we saw last time. My Special Hunter Spideysenses tell me that these are Not New Molehills. Can you see the dry earth on top?
They are in the big field with all the knickerprickle seeds. I got knickerprickle seeds in my knickers, and I had to sit down, cos I couldn't walk. Prickles in your knickers aren't nice, are they?
I may not have paid quite as much attention to my Mole Hunt as I should - on account of the prickling. But they were oldish Molehills, weren't they Aunties? The moles were long gone...
This is a fresh one though. I can tell it is only a day or two old, cos I am a Master Hunter. See the fresh earth? The way it has only been rained on once. It sniffed fresh too.
While these are VERY OLD Molehills. I think they are the Molehills from last time we came to stay with G&G. See how the grass has grown over the earth? And how there is only very little fresh earth in two places? That is cos my Mole Prey is hiding under there in his tunnels, and only popping up to clear his chimneys occasionally. I asked Mum to stamp on his Molehills so that he would have to come up to breathe. I would have stayed, poised, ready to swoop in and attack! But Mum said it wasn't very sporting to do that. and besides, it was getting dark and it was time for tea
There were other Important Hunting Stuff to do, anyway. so I decided to go home with Mum and plan for my next Hunt.
These tunnel holes were vvvveeeeerrrrryyyyyy interestink too. Not moles. Rabbits? Stoats? Weasels? Rats? I wanted to investigate properly, but Mum said it would be roast lamb and she said that me and Tara could have some.
Isn't that a lovely hole? All sniffy. And the Prey inside had arranged all those leaves, so they would hear me coming... cunning, eh? Sometimes Hunting can be a real challenge.
And look at this one!!! isn't that a beautiful hole!!!
Mum says she thinks it could be a water rat. I have never Hunted a water rat! And I couldn't Hunt that one, either. Cos it was the other side of the stream, and I couldn't get across. I asked Mum to carry me across, but for some reason she didn't want to.
Mum says we are going to visit Grandma and Grandad again soon. Probably when it is a bit warmer and the daffydillys are in over. So I have plenty of time to plan my next Hunt!
It was a street walk today. And then the field. Tara was pulling on the lead, and Mum made her slow down and walk beside her and stop being so silly. Mum says we haven't been getting enough on-street-practice wotever that is. so we will have more of it.
We met a nice lady and her Staffordshire Bull Terrier, who was lovely and gentle and sniffy. But we couldn't do a proper walk, with sniffs up people's drives and in their gardens. It was a bit disappointing really.
This is our field. All the leaves are down now. And everything smells wet and Wintery. But there is still a lot to investigate, and there aren't any bees any more. Bees are cross and nasty and pointless. Ha!
Mum says she is sorry this is a grainy pic, but she wanted to get some shots of Tara and me before our Spa Day while we look like Scruffy Little Hooligans.
I don't look like a Hooligan, do I? I look like an English Gentleman, even without my jumper.
Another sky pic for you @PipsMom
but this time, I thought you might be interested to see the pic below, as well.
Both pics were taken standing in exactly the same spot, just 10 seconds apart. All I did was face directly into the sun for the first pic, and then turn about 90 degrees West, and take the next pic. Didn't adjust anything on the camera, and I didn't edit the photos at all. It is all down the the camera's own settings as to how different the pictures look. Amazing, eh?
I have no idea what this tree is, but those berries are incredible. Such a bright red!
So this month's photo vote is for Anything Easter.
And all my stuff seems to involve mud at this time of year... so why fight it? lol
Don't see why we have to do this. I already trampled on daffs during our walk.
Nope. don't wanna.
Oh. alright then. Maybe I will sniff it.
Ewww! It tickles!!!
Remind me why we are doing this again, Mum?
Treats all round! (including a very long suffering Dad!)
And the hair dryer.
Unfortunately, the bath will have to wait til Friday. We are forecast more rain, and mud. So they are probably going to get into this state again tomorrow... and the next day... and the next...
They were very annoying last night. They shut my window earlier than I wanted, and they put a donut bed on the big bed. Mum says that it is so I dirty the donut not her sheets. How insulting is that? As if I wasn't spotless. Anyway, they put the donut between their pillows. So it is in an acceptable position. But I still wandered about and stood on Dad's sensitive bits in the middle of the night. Well, I have to, don't I?
They also came to bed later than I wanted. You would think that after being away for so long they would want to come upstairs and be with me. I had to stand at the top of the stairs and call them, otherwise they might have been up all night.
We finally got settled. The Brat and the Runt were eventually put into their mutt-pen, and we could settle down. And then I could REALLY purr.
Today we went to see Dad's parents, Pop and Nana. They are great. Dad phones before we set off, and when we arrive, the door is unlocked. We have to wait for Tara to remember to sit, and then Dad silently opens the door, and we go CHARGING in, down the hall, through the door and skittering into the front room in a tight racing turn. I usually get there first, cos Tara is too wide on the corner, and I slip past on the inside. Then we bounce and bounce. Pop is great. He wrestles and doesn't mind if we chew his fingers, and he knows how to ear rub. He has known lots of dogs. Although he always thinks Tara is a boy, which is very funny. But she doesn't mind.
Nana always has some chew sticks ready for us. I have to Meercat, but Tara is too rough and always pushes in and snatches. I have to eat mine faster than I would like, or she would steal it! She is very greedy.
Nana has a teddy bear on a small chair beside the TV. I always sniff it to say hello. This was the first time Tara hasn't barked at it.
Pop and Nana are great. They have a Jack Russell called Rolly, who is very fat and a bit dim. He nearly went for me when I was very very little. We get on OK now in the park, but he doesn't like us being in his front room. So he is shut in the back room when we visit.
Bad day for pics today. Very dull, grey and overcast (but quite warm).
So here are some from yesterday when we stopped to walk the dogs before the journey home, in the Hebden Bridge park.
Dad took them up onto the skate park, which was hilarious. Little Miss Mountain Goat made a bee-line for the highest point. Of course!
I LOVE this one! Look at those dirty feet.
These, stunning hellebores are from today's walk - the photo and the light REALLY fail to do them justice. Can't have any in my own garden, because they are poisonous to dogs.
After treats and games and bouncing at Pop and Nana's we went to the town park. You haven't seen it before. We like it. And now I am grown up, I am allowed to run about off lead. When I was little, I wasn't. Not fair. It was because there is a lake, and Mum thought I would run into the water after to birds, or run up to the ducks and geese and get pecked. I mean, Duh! As if I was ever that stupid!!!
Mum kept looking at these flowers, but wouldn't let me run through them. Wot is the point of flowers if you can't bounce on them?
Dad wanted a Chai at the cafe, but it was closed.
I got into trouble once last summer, running in through the cafe door after Dad. He said he was VERY VERY VERY embarrassed. All I did was follow him, and run about under the tables, and eat crumbs, and sniff things, and say hello to people, and when Dad tried to get me, we played a great game of hide and seek around the tables. Everyone had great fun, but then Dad was cross. Don't know why. That was when I was littler.
This is the bowling green. I am not allowed onto the green. I got through the fence once last summer, and ran about. Everyone had fun. Except Mum, who was a bit cross. But now I am bigger I can't fit through the gap. Anyway, there weren't any people to have fun with in there today.
This is one of my favourite parks, except that we don't come here often, and people seem to get cross for no reason. And I'm not allowed to do anything fun.
We did play Ping Pong though. That was good.
I hate it. It is scary. I hate it.
Mum lets me out through the door sometimes (Mum: first thing in morning, and last thing at night) and then she makes me use IT the rest of the time.
Yesterday was HORRIBLE. She made me sit outside the catflap looking in all morning (Mum: 20 mins) and tortured me with treats (Mum: a calcium bone treat on the floor 2 feet inside the catflap), and it was raining! (Mum: the catflap is positioned under the roof overhang, and did not get wet).
Then when I actually managed to be brave and clever and everything, and came in for my treat (Mum: motivation is an amazing thing), she kept me prisoner all day, til Dad came home and let me out for a wee. (Mum: catflap was tied open ALL DAY, and Tara refused to use it. Dad came home, and like the well trained Dad he is, he opened the door for her, before I could explain the situation) I was nearly busting with wee. It woz the biggest wee EVER EVER EVER.
And now Mum did the same horrible mean THIS morning, making me sit outside and rest my chin in the catflap tunnel and feel sad and unloved. Only today the catflap woz a bit less horrible-scary, and I came in after ages, not ages and ages and ages (Mum: just 3 mins today, so hopefully things are improving. wish I could have got a pic of her pathetic little face and sprout staring in like a lost soul. Silly widget. When she made it in through the Torture Device Catflap she got a huge fuss, congratulations and encouragement, but no treat today. I am not starting a treat for catflap use tradition. That would lead to disaster!!! . I wonder if we will ever know what started this little crisis off?)
You know, the older I get, the more I think I would have got on with Sidney.
Tara was BAD. Very bad. And then she was Naughty.
We went in the car to the station, then 2 trains. At the first station we had a mini walk because Dad was worried that Tara hadn't had a wee and would go on the train. I had weeed earlier, so I was good. But then I had a poo. Just in case. Cos I am good. This was a lump, with car tyres, next to a football pitch near the station. It was odd. So we all had to climb it.
There was a man walking across the field and he asked wot kind of dogs we are. So Dad said 'Shih Tzu' and the man thought he was swearing. Then they had a laugh.
Then we got on the train.
The first train was horrible. The floor was dirty and Tara ate something but no one knows what it was, even Tara. And I hated it. Tara whined and hid under the seat, and I crouched down under Mum's legs. We were close to the doors, and I could see out, and into the next carriage, and everything was shaking around, and it was horrible.
Then we got off, at York Station. It was busy, but cleaner, and we all had Burgerking. This is when we were standing waiting for the burgers. It was bustley, but better than the train. And several people said 'hello', and 2 girls shrieked at how cute we were, and 3 children wanted to stroke us. And Tara licked and licked a toddler, and the toddler's Mum laughed and said 'she tastes of icecream!
The next train was better though. It had a carpet, was less rattley and Tara and I could sit together and snuggle. Mum and Dad carried us on and off the trains cos of the gap between the platform and the step. It is scary, and I won't jump up because there are monsters under the train.
We arrived in Scarborough and Mum and Dad thought we should go on the beach before the hotel, so we could 'work off the stress' in 'familiar environment'. This is when Tara got very, very BAD.
This is the beach:
It is dark cos it WAS dark. The light was going, and the clouds made it dark.
Tara ran a long way away, and climbed these steps. I only went that far to see she was ok. She climbs EVERYTHING.
But she climbed and climbed, and wouldn't get down. And Mum said 'leave her, she will come back down if we walk off' but I had climbed a bit too. And I was a bit stuck. But she wouldn't come down. And she was cheeky. She just kept going higher, and it could have been a road up there. So Dad had to come fetch us.
And this is where she got REALLY bad. She wouldn't let him catch her. I only went up to help. But she was dancing around and in the end Dad had to bring us both down the long way.
This was our hotel. Big, isn't it? It is very old. Even older than Mum and Dad's Mums and Dads.
We went up the cliff to the hotel in the vertical train tram thing to the right of this picture. It was weird, but Mum carried me, so it was OK.
It is A Victorian Monstrosity, Mum says, with Vulgar PsudoVictorian Paintwork, but Dad loves the food, and the rooms are clean and warm. And they allow us dogs in. We all think it is a great hotel.
Tara was Naughty-Bad in the hotel too.
I was NOT naughty in the hotel. I was doing my duty. Just because Cato was tired and a slug, and I had to step up to guard duty, and barked when people went past, he says I was naughty. But I wasn't. I was protecting our Hotel Den and warning Mum and Dad that people might be trying to get in. Besides there was another dog down the corridor, and he was barking too! So really, I was beeing GOOD, wasn't I. Aunties? It would have been irris- irres- pons- it would have been a bad thing if I hadn't protected us. All evening. And half the night. Sitting by the door and sniffing under it. Until Mum got up and tied me to the leg of her bed and built me a pen with the rucksacks and the chair. And then we all went to sleep.
Anyway. It isn't as if I have a LOUD bark, is it?
This is me and Dad and Cato on one of the teensy beds. I am watching the door, in case we are attacked.
Sorry if this blog is a little less coherent than usual. A bit sleep deprived.
Thought you might like this photo too.
It is from the wall at the back of the beach, Victorian, and must have (once upon a time) been a water fountain or drainage pipe from the cliff above. I just loved the age of it, and the fact that, like all the best Victorian workmanship, it is still working - water was actually dribbling from the arch, and the green algae is proof that it works well!
Why do I have to go first? Silly dogs should go first then clever cats after. I like the shed roof improvements. I spend time on there during sunny weather, surveying my territory. They left the central heating on all night last night, by mistake. It was lovely. I shall organise some pictures for you, so that you can see my territory. I wanted to use the word 'kingdom' instead of 'territory' but Mum refused to type it. She says I need to get a sense of proportion. Which is absurd. I am the one who decides what to call it, aren't I? It is MINE.
Beach walk today! Lots of fun. Seaweed and driftwood and it was sunny and the tide was in and my feet got wet, and the dogbiscuitcafe was closed so we couldn’t have any biscuits. The water was so high we couldn’t walk under the pier, and had to go up on the road and then back down on the other side.
Tara got scared by a Vizsla. Tara is always scared by big things. She ran up some yellow steps so that she was tallest, and had to be called back down because she is a wuss. The Vizsla only wanted to say hello, and sniff. I couldn’t reach his bottom. Maybe I should have climbed the steps too.
This picture is me sniffing an interesting shoe, and Tara sniffing something boring.
After we came home we snuggled on the sofa all evening, me and Mum. She was tired, and she said I made her legs go numb because I am a heffalump. Actually, I think I am a half-heffalump. We all know who the big fat bossy whole-heffalump is, don't we?
Dad says I shouldn’t tell you this, but I HAVE to, or I shall burst! Cato has a green bottom! Hahahaha! A stinky pooey green bottom! Cos he ate the green poop made by the huge geese yesterday. Mum says she didn’t see him eating poop but he MUST have, mustn't he? And she was watching him extra extra carefully cos he is a duck poop eater too – that is why we aren’t allowed to go to the Boating Lake often. Cos he always eats the green poop and then poops green. Hahahaha! Anyway, Mum says we can have some more special treats soon, just in case he has got passengers in his poop.
Dad is cross because he has to go back up onto the shed roof to stick it down again. I want to see but it is very hard to see from the ground and no-one will lift me up to see, even when I stand on their feet. Not fair.
We are going to have yummy chicken liver tomorrow, Mum says.
Tara:. Oh Aunties! My poor Dad is ill! I am so worried about him! He was up and down all night making stinky bathrooms and now he is just lying in bed. I have tried cheering him up with bouncing and licking and I have brought him toys, but he just wants to sleep.
Mum says I mustn't bounce any more or I will have to go downstairs. So I am trying. See?
But it is HARD. I am sure he just needs to play and bounce for a bit.
mum says that it is the stuff he got for lunch yesterday that did it. She says that luncheon meat is a Frankenfood and he should have known better. Mum is very mean.
Dad needs me more than ever!
Mum said it was going to be horrible wet and we wouldn't get a walk today. But then, when lunchtime came, it was OK. So we all got in the car and drove to the Park with the Lake! And just as we pulled into the car park, it started to rain. So there was a big discussion. We ALL decided that since we were here, it wasn't fair to go home without scooting once round the lake. So we did.
But it was soooooo wet. And windy. That we found it difficult to walk back, with the wind in our faces. We had to lean into it, and Mum had to hold her hat on.
And there aren't any photos, cos it was too wet for Mum to take her phone out of her pocket!
She says you have to imagine the lake (like last week) without the sun, and with sheets of rain driving horizontally across the grasses and the water. And two dogs (that's me and Tara) looking like drowned rats.
We didn't even stop at a single bench to play Truffle Hound! And we got very wet. Mum said the car smells of wet dog. I think it smells of wet human, too.
So the not-long-enough walk meant we were a bit bouncy for the rest of the day, and at one point Mum had to freeze her TV program, cos she couldn't hear it. But we didn't mind.
They keep feeding me downstairs in my Dining Area. Which means I have to walk past The Brat and get sniffed and licked. But it also means I have remembered that I have a rather nice bed on Mum's desk. Next to her keyboard. Very convenient for ear rubs. And I spent some time on there, yesterday. Which was acceptable. Especially since it was convenient to remind her about supper. They gave me lamb, but I objected, and we went back to chicken.
This is what the shed roof looked like yesterday morning, before the rain. Notice the tape? It increases nearly every day.
Big Lake walk! Oooh Aunties, it was LOVELY! We hadn't been out since ages and ages, and Tara was so full of bounce it was unbearable! Mum checked her magic weather predictor thing, and it was going to be cool! So we set off. Round the lake. One lady laughed at Tara's mohawk, and said how sweet it is. Yuck. Who wants to be sweet?
The big hissy swans are all huge and floating about in groups. Mum says they still have all six babies, but they aren't babies any more, are they? They could eat me for breakfast!
Ducks hiding from us, on the water.
Lots of people even here. Very wobbly on their bikes! Mum makes us stand on the grass, but last time somebody drove OFF the path towards us! He wasn't very bright, was he, Aunties?
Mum found some boring stinky flowers to pic. But it was nice to sit down. We had water and played Truffle Hound, and I had a rest.
But it turned out that MrMAgicWeather got it wrong, because half way round the sun came out and got us hot hot hot.
Mum picked me up without asking, before we had to trek across here. Very spiky it was, on the knickers!
I don't think I could have managed all the way on that hot ground. I love Mum. She was cross with herself cos the sun came out, and said it SHOULD have been fine, and she kept apologising, but I don't know how she could have stopped it. She held me so my tummy could cool down again, but there was no wind, so it didn't work.
We had a good long sit down though, and 2 drinks, and finished the water. Mum had to stand and give us some shade, but of course Tara wanted to sit in the sun, so Mum had to keep moving the shade around. Tara is very silly.
But eventually, we got to the tunnel. And this time we went in through the out, and out through the in. It was very exciting. and going the reverse way made all the sniffs new again. It was LOVELY in there. No mud, just dry cracked hard earth, but it was cool and interesting and sniffy, and I felt much better. We even had a little fight, but even Tara was tired by now.
I got the fight going by grabbing his tail. That ALWAYS works. Hahaha!
And look at me Fu Dogging! Don't I look fantastically ferocious! This is the best move EVER!!! See the white of my Fu Eye? and me using my whole weight to crush his feebleness? Very Ninja, aren't I?
Cato got all floppy again, but we were both panting a lot. I got all raspy too today, although I expect he was so busy being carried that he didn't notice! We didn't stop panting til we got home, and then we slept all afternoon, but it was a really good walk, and there were bits that were too hot to sniff, so we have to go back and sniff them. Soon.
Here is that vetch again. It has now grown up and scrambled into the hawthorn. Looks fabulous.
The first Teasels I have seen. My mother always used to pick them, dry them, and then spray them with gold for Xmas decorations. Very 70s.
I think these tiny yellow flowers are orchids. Never seen them before, and each flower is only about 1/4 of an inch. You can compare them with the pink clover flowers.
I love this. Only 2 inched across, these bracts looked like lace. And that bee is sticking his tongue out at us!
This man is very, um... gaumless. I mean, look at him. Bait box open, behind him, where he can't see dogs raiding it. And a bag of food at his feet. Absolutely asking for some great labrador or poodle or spaniel to come sweeping through, hoovering everything up. Tut tut. He won't make it through the day without a disaster.
Luckily my two couldn't see him over the long grass!
And this is why you should never throw your cigarette butts away when out walking. How bad could that have been?!?!?
My guess is that they didn't even know they had caused the fire. Just tossed their cig butt away, and carried on walking. By the time the fire would have taken hold, they would have been well away. IDIOTS!!!
Aunties, something wrong is happening. It all started when Mum went all Dog Calming Signal Whisperer on us. It was OK to start with. I barely noticed. But now she is stopping me from bouncing on Cato. Even out on walks! She only lets me bounce when he is ENJOYING it. Wots the point of that? It should be that I can bounce when I like. Which is all the time. Not fair!
And now, he is getting all... um... confident. It is weird. I mean, look!
Here I am, splatting him GOOD
and then he decides to get all difficult
and then when I bounce off ready to circle round and charge back in, he actually FOLLOWS me!
He isn't supposed to do that! It feels like he is CHASING me.
But we did have a good walk. This is our first sniff:
And then this is the donkeys. Cato didn't do his silly Donkey Dash this time.
Dad wanted to put us on the lead at this point, but Mum asked him not to. She said 'they are such cowards they won't go anywhere near the donkeys, don't worry!'
She is wrong. I mean, she is wrong about us being cowards. We are brave! And clever! But she woz a little bit right that we didn't go and visit the donkeys in the field. I mean, wot is the point?
There were a LOT of donkeys today. They get quite dangerous in big flocks. So I decided to visit them another time. When their poo is closer. And there aren't as many dangerous attack donkeys crowding the fence. Just being sensible, you know.
This is the ditch that Tara wanted to climb down last time. The grass had grown up so much she didn't even see the water. Hahaha! I remembered it though. I don't like heights, so I stayed away.
This is Dad striding off by himself while we were playing.
We had to catch up sharpish, or he would be getting himself lost again.
Just making sure he isn't taking the wrong fork
An arty shot by Mum. Yawn.
And this is me not wanting to get into the hot car. I was tired, but that doesn't mean I wanted the walk to be over!
And here are two shots that make my heart overflow.
Firstly, Cato flopped at his Dad's feet waiting for a drink of water (it was a warm day, and they were both flagging by half way round the lake)
and secondly, the pair of them Worshipping Dad as he prepares to play Truffle Hound with them.
Did you notice how WHITE Tara is today? She says that wet grass is better than a bath, any day!
Mum says I can tell you MY SECRET now, cos it isn't a secret any more! It is Cato's Birthday! And we are going out to meet Dad later, for sausages
(Mum: actually for lunch, but there will be sausages, yes)
- and we will go for a walk. It was going to be a beach walk in the salt marshes, but the tide is in. so we have to go somewhere else. maybe the big lake. we get to decide when we eat the sausages!!!
And Mum said that I get to have some of Cato's chicken, later if I am good ALL DAY. So I am trying really really hard. And she also said that my present to Cato is to have this pic up, cos she says that showing the world my Bed Head will make you all laugh at me, and after the karate incident he needs some revenge. Don't understand any of that, but look how much my hair has grown!!!
Cato is going to come and write a bit of blog later, but he is asleep at the moment. He doesn't seem very excited, but then, he didn't see the chicken arrive!
Very sad to have to announce that Sidney died this morning - massive seizure or stroke or something. He was 11ish years old.
Dad left at 5.30 am for work. The mutts and I slept in. Usually Sidney dozes on the bed with me until i get up (see Friday's blog photo). But today there was no sign, so I assumed Dad had opened the window and he was On Patrol.
When i got up i found him lying on the floor, in a very relaxed posture on Dad's side of the bed. Thought he was dead, but eventually noticed minute muscle twitches and incredibly shallow breathing. Rushed him to emergency vets, but he was dead on arrival.
Still kind of numb. So unexpected. Brought him home for the dogs to sniff goodbye to his corpse. Now waiting for Dad to come home from work to break the news. it is going to break his heart.
Our garden is too small for burials, so we are going to have to have him cremated by the vets.
They have been re-doing the roof again. Two rolls of tape now. But there was a horrible wind, and nothing fell off, so maybe they can leave it alone now? I spent all yesterday asleep which was nice and peaceful. But bedtime is turning into a bit of a problem. Now that The Brat is old enough they think they can trust her not to wee on the bed, they are allowed on the big bed for a few minutes before Lights Out. We used to have a lovely peaceful routine. I would get there first, and take the best spot. Then Dad would sneak in down one edge. Then Mum would sneak in and push me further onto Dad's side, and we would all go to sleep.
Now we all have to cope with bouncing. I tell you, it is such a relief when they get tipped into their prison in the corner, and I can actually get some rest. The Brat seems to think that my ears need washing. Why? I can wash my own ears, thank you very much.
A very windy walk in the tail end of a storm, yesterday. Very sunny, and golden, but biting wind too. We went to the Big Park with the Lake, and walked all the way round. Didn't see any other dogs at all! So Tara didn't act all submissive and silly to them. The wind swept all the smells away very quickly, so we had to sniff carefully:
Mum said the light was very golden cos of the low sun, and the wind was whipping the lake into waves, but we were more interested in exploring.
You can't see the coots and the ducks and the moorhens, but we were looking at them over the end of the bridge. They thought we were going to give them some bread. But Tara would have eaten it if we had any.
And these are gulls.
There are lots of fishermen and bird watchers round this lake. Tara likes their sandwiches, if she can get them. Mum gets cross.
Dad took us down a muddy bit and Mum said 'No!' but we tried anyway, until we saw all the mud.
And then we had to turn back.
This is the the cliff down to the drainage ditch.
Dad always says 'keep away from the edge!' but Mum always says 'let them fall in. we can fish them out, and they will learn their lesson, that way, won't they?' I think Mum is mean, but maybe I will push Cato in, one day.
This is the path to the Donkey Field. It is very dark because a big black cloud was just rolling in front of the sun, and making everything dark. The donkeys weren't there again today.
Mum said we would have a big walk today. I wanted to do Holiday Mountaineering Training. But it is all wet and soggy and horrible. Dad tried to make me go out to the bin with him, but I wouldn't. I stood in the door and watched him get wet! Hahaha!
No walk today. We were going to have an extra long sniffy walk with Mum. She said so. But now I am snoozing all day instead.
Maybe tomorrow, with AuntieJane?
no walking today. And Dad got called into work early, so they are missing him too.
Oh well, at least you can see how clean my windows are...
We went out at around 12.30 and finished by nearly 2pm, but throughout, the low sun was stunning. The light through the trees and the light on the trees was incredible. Not a cloud in the sky, and I even found some flowers! lol
This is one of those really blowsy cherry trees
Sometimes the colours seem unreal, but I can assure you, I haven't touched these photos up at all (although I have cropped a couple).
The next photo is a close up of the middle one in the last photo.
This is the rest of the tree
This is a 'Dawn Redwood' It looks like it is losing its foliage. I thought Redwoods were evergreen - but I could be completely wrong!
And look, one of Cato's Fatty Plants is choosing the middle of November to burst into flower!
And this rose is still hanging on, despite 4 days of rain, sleet and high winds... I am in awe of it (sorry it isn't in focus!)
So when Dad has to do his Work Stuff, he goes out for ages, and sometimes he comes and goes in the middle of the night. It is always very exciting when he walks in, and we bounce and bounce and bounce!
The last few days he has been getting up in the middle of the night, and missing our walks, so yesterday was GREAT. He woke up with us, and walked with us AND went to bed with us. I even went and spent the evening with him yesterday evening, because I love him, and I can lie in my bed and snore on his ankle, when he sits at his desk. Tara always sits with Mum, angling for another brush.
This was our pack walk (in the small park with the fox):
The wilderness bit
Tree bark. again.
Dad and us. Have you noticed how Tara is always skipping and kicking her feet out like a puppy? and how I walk like a grownup?
Mum says you should see this. there are last year's tiny rosehips, and this year's new leaves. she said something about the cycle of life. Wotever that is.
An Arty Farty shot (this is wot Dad called it. How do trees fart?)
Wouldn't you like to live in a house that had a window through the park fence, so the whole park was your garden?
My turn! This is me and Fox
who is missing an ear
and who has an even greener bum than we remembered. It is all Cato's fault. All that widdling. I'm a girl, so I don't aim that high.
This is me drinking, and Cato waiting for a treat. Please notice how WHITE i really am. Not dirty and grimey at all? Am I? See?
And Mum says I can show you these. She says they are the best bits! And I get to show you cos I am the specialist one. So there, Cato!
This is the first daffodil to flower in the WHOLE world!
And this is the first crocus. I am afraid that after Mum took the photo I sniffed it. It may be a little bit bent now.
And this is us after the walk. Mum says that we are actually bright white, not dirty grey-yellow, and she blames the bad low energy light bulb, the camera, and the fact she forgot to edit the pic before posting. She also says that if I was a little lady, and slept elegantly, you wouldn't be seeing my white bits at all.
So you won't notice my grimey belly, will you? It is Spa Day on Friday, with Liver Treats, so you can see my tummy again, after that!
Oh, and that is the little blue elephant toy sticking out of Cato's bum, not a weird poo. Hahahaha!
Very cold. I am visually checking my kingdom regularly. The top of the wall walkway is often frosty. I make sure the window is left open, just in case I need it.
There should be chicken served to compensate for this inconvenience, but last night was just the usual boring pap. No crunch. How am I going to maintain my fangs without bones to clean them.
The service around here is really appalling. When the frost has gone, I will pop out and visit other catflaps and see what gourmet delights are available.
Dad was at work, so it was just Mum and us, but that means we don't have to worry about Dad getting lost, and we can sniff and explore and sniff and explore.
So Mum found the bear. We think. It doesn't really actually look like a bear. But we think it must be.
There are other animals too. See? These must be brothers to our squirrel and fox in Foxy Park!
and then we went into the woods... It was all hot and baking in the sun, and all cool and lovely under the trees.
We went through the woods differently this time, so it was ALL NEW and EXCITING. There was still dew on the grass, so we got our foots and knickers soaking, and then got all lovely and muddy. But then Mum made us walk back through the wet grass to clean ourselves before we got in the car.
Mum says sorry that some of the pics are all fuzzy. She keeps shaking the camera, even though she tries not to.
Which way next, Mum?
Tara found this tree. Of course she had to climb on it, and walk along it.
She also found some mud! But it was all thick and gooey.
I got stuck
I didn't like it.
What happened was Mum and I went around the mud, while Tara went through it. But to go around it, we had to climb over a fallen tree. It was a big thick tree, bigger round it than I am tall, even standing on my back legs! That is a BIG tree!!! So Mum came and lifted me up onto it, and said that I could be a big brave lad and jump down by myself. but I couldn't. It was too high. And I am not good with heights.
So Mum came back and lifted me down. I love Mum.
I tried to get her to lift me over this one too. But she just laughed at me and said 'In yer dreams, Cato lad!'
And then she walked off! I had to run to catch up!
While Cato was being all silly about jumping over his little twigs, look wot I found!!!
I climbed up onto it and walked ALL the way along it! It was ACE!!! Cato is such a wimp. He misses out on all this fantastic climby fun!!!
The horses were a bit closer, but we still couldn't sniff them properly!
And they have cut the field. Mum says it woz wheat. Now it is just sharp prickly stubbly bits.
This woz when we were nearly back to the car.
It was a great walk!
This is a crabapple tree. Apples all ripening nicely.
My mother always called these Lords and Ladies (like the elves) and said they were poisonous. No idea what they are really called.
The colours are true. The sun through the leaves really did look like this. stunning.
Mum has been watching me for my Autumn Snuffles. And she thought this morning that they might have arrived. So today I had my special Snuffle Tablet (in cheese!!!) before our walk, and I haven't been snuffling at all. Not sure why Tara had cheese too though. She doesn't get snuffles, so why does she get cheese?
Anyway it was a great walk. See:
This is my favourite poo spot. I didn't need to today. But I always think about it.
Tara wanted us to stop at this bench, but I knew Dad wouldn't. He has got his purposeful look on, hasn't he? We had to wait for ages for our drink, treat and Truffle Hound. But we didn't mind. It was a fabulously sniffy day. Of course Mum was squeaking about 'the light!' and 'the leaves!' and 'the clouds!' but we were doing the proper stuff. The sniffing and the widdling and the checking out for pigeons and foxes and beetles and other paw widdles, and meeting other paws. Important stuff.
More tree stuff. Colours. Yawn.
but best of all, I was running and bouncing through all the dead tree stuff and not snuffling! And no snotting either! Last year I was all moo- mooky- muucussy and Mum got very worried about me, cos I felt so ill. Today I was BOUNCING.
Mum took these skypics especially for you, AuntiePipsMom. She says you can have the sky, but please look at the leaf colours too.
This is me and Dad on the step mountain. Cato woz there too. But I got there first!
These two came and said hello while we were playing Truffle Hound. One was called Fergie, I think. I stayed up on the bench while they sniffed Cato's bottom. I don't know how he stays so calm. He didn't even stop drinking!
Don't I look cute?
And Cato says you have to look at his boring tail, too. He has been fussing about it for days. And Mum has done some skisser stuff on it. And now it is really short and stubby, but he wants you to know that is isn't going to fall off any more. Or something.
They have planted up the beds with stuff for the winter. What do you think these are? Pansies? I am not sure
Sunlight through the foliage
even the hosta is getting into the spirit of Autumn
amazingly, there are still a few valiant roses. Doubly impressive, because yesterday was torrential downpour for about 4 hours. It was so dark and gloomy that the rain was coming down in stair rods. Don't know how any flowers survived the battering. Yet today, we are greeted by these joyous blooms.
And look, that massacred rose is still budding. I think it is going to be red. And can you see the greenfly? Hahahaha!
Tara: Oh Aunties. Today was THE PITS! Mum was working all day, and we didn't get a walk cos it started to rain, huge big splatty bits of cold wet. Mum came out into the garden and stuck her front paws out and said 'See? You don't want a walk!'
but I did!!!
so then Mum worked all afternoon. And i went out and barked in the garden. Cos i was bursting with bounce. And do you know what she did? She is really mean! She lured me over with some treats, anda cuddle, and some tug of war - isnt that mean? - and the next thing i knew she had slipped my lead on, and i was tied up! To the desk handle bit!!! So i couldn't go out and bark!!!
how mean is that? Horrible! I had no choice but to go to sleep!
and then the doorbell went and Mum got all squeaky and excited, and i couldn't see what was going on, cos i was imprisoned, and strangled and bored.
then Mum finished work, and My Dad came home, and i woz untied, and we played for a bit. But then Dad brought the big box through that Mum was squeaking about, and they did stuff. All evening, they did stuff. No cuddles, or snuggles, or tv or saying hello to all My Aunties. They just did stuff.
So i got to have the zoomies all round the garden, and fought the snakey garden hose, and bounced on Cato.
And now we have this huge stinky thing at the end of the kitchen, and it hums and huffs and smells, and i have to go past it every time i want a wee.
Cato: no lap time today. we always have lovely snuggles, every evening, but today i had to lie on the floor bed and watch Mum fuss and fiddle. And when we did stop and eat, her hands smelled all funny, and not like Mum. I didn't like today. Lap time is important pack time. And i missed my Mum
Mum: Well, it arrived. Still don't know if it is going to be a good idea, but we had long discussions about it, and decided to Go For It.
we are now the proud (?) owners of a small hot tub. 2 person (think large bath tub!). It is at the end of the kitchen, by the patio doors, looking down the garden. I can throw the doors open in the summer, and watch the rain in the winter, while lounging. Total privacy. Not overlooked. It is only one of the cheap inflatable ones, because we didn't want to invest big bucks until we know whether the benefits to my back, joints and so on are worth it. If so, in a year or two, we can upgrade to a proper one.
the other thing is the chemicals and water maintenance. We've gone for chlorine free, ecofriendly water treatments, but the water prep (once a week, for 1 hour) has left the room smelling like a swimming pool. The smell will clear, i understand. Now i just have to maintain the water quality.
pics tomorrow. Very tired now.
will wait and see whether it is a good idea, or not.
Just need to sort out nice comfy dog beds next to it, and we will all be happy. lol.
They left us for breakfast again! I didn't eat. At all. And then they had sausages for tea, and only gave us a bit. So I am on strike and not eating horrible raw dogfood. I am REALLY REALLY REALLLLLY hungry, and just beat Cato up, and barked in the garden, and had to be tied to the desk so I didn't go out and bark and bark and bark, but if they won't feed me, then I won't eat horrible raw stuff. I WANT SAUSAGES!!!
It has been a fun day, as you can see. Sigh. They were left in their crates for an hour this morning, and got half a sausage each when we got back. And now BOTH of them have refused their proper evening meal. Obviously, this means they can't have sausages for at least a week. And their tea will go down again at breakfast.
It was cold, so Mum and Dad took us out for a cup of herb tea this afternoon. We walked all the way down the High street, and into the nice cafe where they sometimes bring us biscuits and we sit in the 40s poster courtyard. Mum had a brownie and Dad had a lemon cake with icecream and painted a finger of icecream on each of our noses. Icecream is LUSH!!!
Here is us waiting for Dad to come back after ordering:
And this is us asking for more icecream.
See how polite I am? I knew we weren't going to get any more, cos he had done Jazz Hands.
This is the walk home through the little churchyard.
Mum says look at all the roses on the left. So many buds to come.
and look at all the fat buds on the poopy
(she calls it a poppy, but I like poopy best)
and one last look at the irises. Mum says she will bore you if she keeps on with them, but they are now in full bloom, utterly glorious, and bathed in evening sunlight.
We had an early start today! Mum let us up on the Big Bed REALLY EARLY! (Mum: 6.30am) and then we snuggled til late. It was GREAT!!!.
Then we all got up and widdled and stuff and went out for a walk. IT started off really boring, and we thought it would be the same as yesterday but then it got really interesting! Too interesting for me to bounce on Cato much!
This is me looking interested in Truffle Hound.
I will let Cato tell you the rest, cos he likes telling stuff, while I am a Hound of Action.
So we started with the usual stuff. But when we got to the Big Lake, there were millions and millions and millions of people in the way, and taking up our parking space. Dad was quite huffy, but I think that was because none of us had had breakfast. Dad likes his breakfast. Early.
Anyway, they were all doing a Park Run thing. Lots and lots of unfit humans staggaring around with sweaty faces and water bottles. Mum says she wonders if driving yourself to apoplexy is good for the heart? I don't know, cos I don't know what apoplexy is. It doesn't sound like it tastes nice.
Then we did a bit of steering Dad down the right paths.
And then it got interesting, cos we have never been here before, and Mum was promising us sausages, at the end of the trek!!!
This black pipe is to stop drunk people breaking their necks. OR something.
Mum offered to carry me over here, cos she knows I don't like heights. But I was brave and walked just behind her. And it was OK.
our breakfast was miles and miles and miles down along here:
Mum says do any of you recognise this dragon/horse ride? She had one in a park near where she grew up, and she thought they were all dead, but this one is still going strong, 40+ years later. Isn't that amazing?
I think it is amazing that Mum can remember 40+ !!!
We don't know wot this is, but Tara had to climb on it, and Dad went to keep her company.
Then we carried on trekking
These are some flowering Rosemary, and some yellow stuff, outside our Sausage place.
Where we sat.
Mum turned her back on us for a second, and Tara climbed up onto the tabletop!
That is NAUGHTY!!!
She shouldn't have had any sausage, should she? I should have had it all.
Then we all walked back, on the path on the OTHER side of the beck, beside the Golf Course. Mum woz trying to explain wot golf is, but it sounded so silly that I stopped listening. Tara wants to play it, of course.
Ducks in the beck
It was a very long trek back, and I got hot and panty, even though it was still only mid morning.
But we had a bench break and a drink and some reviving Truffle Hound, so it was OK
Now that we are home, I am going to have a lovely long sleep.
Good morning. Just a gentle reminder that the window is still shut. My bowl is empty. And you are still in bed an hour later than usual.
Remember AGES AGO we had to give Mum some chocs and stuff and in return she was 'contracted' to take us for a walk? Well, that was TODAY. And it was GREAT!!!
This is the board that tells you boring human stuff:
Mum says I have to explain our route. Hubbards Hills is a narrow valley with steep sides and a river down the middle. The pale green on the map is the flat valley bottom. The dark green are the really steep sides, covered in trees. We started at the P for PArking at the top and crossed the water, and climbed the side of the valley. Then we walked all the way to the P at the bottom (walking down the right hand edge of the dark green on the map).
At the bottom P, we turned round and walked back to the car along the valley bottom beside the river until we got back to the car.
Phew! Mum had to help me with that! Maps are VERY difficult!
This is the flat bit by the carpark before we climbed up the valley side.
These are snowdrops. Mum made a real oooohhh ahhhhhh fuss.
This is climbing the hill:
This is the view from the top of the hill, looking back down to where Dad parked the car.
Come on Mum! Put the camera away and keep up!
This is at the top. Mum says the tree is the best bit in this photo. Charming! She also says you can see how steep the hill is.
Looking down the hill to the river valley
It started to rain a bit
And then the sun came out briefly when we got to the valley floor
I hate it when she bites my tail
Interesting sniff post
nearly back to the car
The dogbiscuit and drink place was shut!!! Can you see us? Tara had to climb the steps. Of course.
So we had to go into Louth and have a dogbiscuit there:
And Nice Mr Louth Butcher gave us these ENORMOUS marrow bones. He saw us waiting outside his shop, and laughed, and cut the bones smaller for us. And refused to let Dad pay for them. He just laughed. We like Mr Louth Butcher!!! Although Mum says we have to chew the bones on the tiles, and if they EVER appear in the rest of the house then we will have all our fur shaved off and we will get painted sky blue pink! Tara has already tried to drag one of them through to the living room, but Dad caught her and stopped her.
See how lovely and dirty my feet are?
Wot a FAB day.
Me and Dad.
I am nearly as tall as Dad! hahahaha!
Me, OK us, watching golf in the rain.
Me and the mud
Me and the bench that kept eating my foots
Mum says we are having a Whole New Adventure tomorrow, but I am not to be scared.