Walks with Grandad
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Today we are going to show you the Around Grandma and Grandad Walks. It was great! G&G live in a village (Mum says) and villages have more fields and stuff than where Mum and Dad live. So instead of town sniffs, there are more countryside sniffs. And more Hunting sniffs.
These are some Shetland ponies that live near G&G. Mum says that Shetlands are like Tzus. Small yet perfectly formed. I wanted to meet them, but they were on the other side of a very deep ditch. Even Tara didn't want to cross it. I will tell you about the bridge another time. It was scary!
There are lots and lots of paths between the fields. Mum says she knew these fields years ago, when she was a pup. But they have changed a lot.
they used to grow cabbages. now they grow sweetcorn. Do you call it maize?
This path was REALLY SNIFFY!!! I had to keep sniffing, and Grandad had to keep nearly tripping over me. I can't help sniffing. Mum was trying to explain it, but Grandad is used to paws who hunt by sight, not sniffer, so he didn't really understand.
It didn't help that Tara was trying to get his attention all the time, and was getting under his feet too.
These are baby trees. The tube things stop rabbits from eating the bark, and then peel off when the tree grows big enough.
Lots of brambles too!
I thought Mum might be getting a treat out. But she wasn't. My tail looks good, doesn't it? I didn't like it for the first day or two, cos it was in shock. But then it fluffled out a bit, and I like it now.
This bit was funny. There was Mum and me and Tara. Grandad wasn't here for this bit. So Mum looked at the gate, and saw there was a chain round it.
so she posted me through the lowest bar of the stile. Cos I don't like heights. I didn't like it, cos it meant I was on the wrong side of the stile, but I was OK.
Then she grabbed Tara and lifted her over, and put her on the top step of the stile. Cos she likes heights.
And by this time Mum had noticed that the stile was wobbly. So she didn't want to climb over.
So she went over to look at the gate chain.
And Tara hopped back over the gate, gallumphed down the step on the other side, and went to see what Mum was doing.
So Mum lifted her over again.
So Tara hopped back over and got down.
So Mum shrugged and looked at the chain.
And I watched and worried that I was by myself.
But the chain was just a hooky loop, not a lock thing.
So Mum opened the gate.
So Tara came through too.
And then she tried to climb the stile again.
Mum says it was like a French Farce and she it was a good thing that Grandad wasn't with us cos we are embarrassing mutts and she was glad no one could see us.
These are called Allotments. They are to do with green stuff. Those are free rhubarb plants in the pots. I don't like rhubarb. But if I wanted one of the pots I could have had one. I would only have widdled on it.
Tara is not an Allotment Holder, so she wasn't allowed in.
Hey, Auntie SophiesHaven and AuntieMarlene your bottles are prettier!
People grow stuff in Allotments. Did you know that? And the rabbits come in and eat the stuff. And the foxes come in and eat the rabbits. Then I eat the foxes. Or I will, when my Hunting Plan works.
It was very dark, wasn't it?
This is one of the sweetcorn fields.
And that great sleeping monster is called a Corn Clamp. We tiptoed past it, in case it woke up and hurt us!!!
http://www.rwn.org.uk/rwn-dairy-17-maize-harvesting-clamping-additive.htm
Tara wanted to explore in there. It looks like somewhere that rats might live, doesn't it? But she wasn't wearing her Camo Bow, so she didn't go in.
This is us after our walk, and before our brush. That is Brown Dog, Pink Pig, Rope Python and The Sausages ona String. They came to stay at Grandma and Grandad's with us.
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