Another Well Dressing!!!
Why is it always me that has to tell you about well dressings and Garden visits? Its all getting a bit boring. Last weekend we had to go and see the well dressings at Taddington (about 5 mins from our cottages (click here)). It had been raining in the morning, so were glad to be taken out but it could have been somewhere more interesting than a well dressing. Mistress enjoyed it even if she did have to climb up half a hillside to see the last one. As usual we had to stop off for an afternoon tea on the way back (see photo of me at Flagg tea room). The rest of the week was also a bit boring. Master still refuses to take we with him to Buxton (thinks I would get in the way – NO I WOULDN’T) so I have to hang out with Smudge all day.
Time for a rest.
Apart from the odd excitement of chasing swallows, Smudge is just plain boring as he is not really a play dog. Of course the cows are still in our front fields so that limits me to the garden. I am not going exploring with those things in the way.
Yesterday we had to go to Bakewell Open Gardens. We went last year and the year before so it is getting a bit repetitious. Mistress likes it as they open different gardens every year but they all look the same to me. Anyway we had to trudge around gardens all afternoon.
It wouldn’t be too bad if we were allowed to go off and explore but we are kept on our leads all the time and told to be on our best behaviour. What fun is that? Do any other dogs have to go through this sort of cruelty. OK we did get the odd pat and fuss from a few people as we went round but it just isn’t the same as being able to go off and explore is it?
I am thinking of starting a Facebook campaign for the better treatment of dogs (no Well dressings and Garden visits). A sort of Dogs charter. I know Smudge would join as he is always grumbling about being starved to death which looking at him hardly seems likely.
Bakewell Church from Yeld Road
He is at it again! Now he is getting a load of fuss (and possibly more food than me) because he has an eye infection. Who cares? We even had to take him to the vet. Why I am not sure. It didn’t look that bad to me. It didn’t slow him down or stop him barking. I think it was because mistress was a bit worried. She never worries about my hunger pains so why worry about idiot brothers eye. Anyhow the vet has said he will live and given mistress some drops to put in his eye (that should be fun to watch). By all accounts he was well behaved at the vets which is a bit surprising as he rarely is anywhere else. I think mistress is relieved his eye is getting better. I bet the problem was that he had stuck his head into somewhere he shouldn’t at our peak district cottages. Serves him right. Rather than spending money at the vets it could have been spent on some much needed food for me.
On Tuesday Mistress was going over to Buxton to help master do some cleaning. Idiot brother was already a bit annoyed at not been taken to Buxton by master so he bided his time and then when mistress was distracted he rushed through her legs and into the car. I thought we were going somewhere interesting (no one ever tells me anything) so I tagged along.
Looks easy enough to me
Mistress tried all sorts to get him out of the car and in the end gave up and decided to take him (and me) with her. I then realised we were going on a car journey but it was too late to escape. At least when we were in Buxton we were taken for a walk down town and lunch (well master took mistress for lunch and we were dragged along). It was quite pleasant sitting in the sun watching the world go by while they had lunch. In the afternoon we were left at the house with master while mistress went off shopping. It was a lovely day so we sat out in the ‘garden’ watching all the activity. Master doesn’t seem to have got very far since the last time I was there. Its probably all the ‘help’ idiot brother has been giving him.
Prisoner in my own Garden
Its been an interesting week at our cottages (click here). For a start I have been with master over at Buxton most of the time. At long last he seems to have agreed that my input is valuable. I have told him time and time again that a bigger dog sleeping area is needed but he wouldn’t listen. In the end I think he agreed and has decided to make changes (every little helps). We are still a bit undecided about the garden. Well I am not, but he is. Not sure he fully understands the need for a digging area.
Last Sunday we went to the Peak Rail1940’s re-enactment weekend. Mistress and master enjoyed it but I came away a nervous wreck.
No one told me they were going fire guns. Have you heard the noise those things make. Luckily they took me home before the main re-enactment started as I am not sure I could cope with all that noise. Smudge didn’t even seem to notice. Well he is like that – sometimes he is scared of his own shadow the next minute he is talking to those big vicious cows (rather him than me). We were taken on the train which I enjoyed even if it was a bit crowded. The old steam engines are a bit smelly though. Master still thinks he is s budding photographer so took loads of pictures. You can see a slide show he has made on Youtube at Peak rail 1940s.
Bet Master would like one of these
On Wednesday Mistress and Master actually took a day off. As it was such a nice day mistress wanted to go to the Ashover Show. We all prefer the Ashover show to the Bakewell show as it is smaller and still a proper farming show. It is only about 20 mins away from our peak district cottages so is easy to get to. Luckily all the animals (Cows, Sheep etc) are behind fences or I would have stayed at home. I am not going anywhere where those things are roaming about freely. As usual there was lots to see. Master could look around the big boys toys and mistress could drool in the food tent. There was even a dog show that mistress had forgotten to put us down for. I could have entered as the smartest Collie. We could have entered Smudge as the dumbest collie (he would have won gold in that). In the evening we all went to the Lathkil Pub for a meal in the evening sunshine. Well they got the meal and we got a few spare chips.
Me admiring the view
Friday evening it was announced we were going for a picnic which is always fun. Master decided that we hadn’t been for a picnic on the Edges before so that might be a good spot. So off we went and parked at Curbar Edge (about 10mins away) and walked a short way along the Edge till we found a suitable spot. It was a glorious evening and mistress enjoyed her picnic overlooking Curbar, Calver etc. You can just see our Bolehill Farm trees from there.
Me with Master
What a great week I have had at our cottages (click here). Why? Idiot brother hasn’t been here. Master has taken him off to Buxton each day leaving me (and Mistress) in peace and quiet. You just don’t realise how noisy idiot brother actually is until he is not around. Entire hours of duvet time without being interrupted for some reason or other. Mistress has tried to get me outside a few times during the day but as long as I pretend to be asleep she usually goes away after a few minutes. I just hope master takes idiot brother with him next week. Another week of peace – heaven!
Me inspecting our Buxton house
My tranquillity was, however, shattered a bit on Wednesday when mistress decided she would go over to Buxton to help master. Leave me here I pleaded – but to no avail. I had to go in the CAR all the way to Buxton. Now why idiot brother enjoys being with master in a house that doesn’t have any food is beyond me. All master does all day is paint. Can there be anything more boring. I don’t know what I did wrong but I was constantly getting “Smudge you are in the way” from master. Why should I move I was there first. Mind you once he threatened to paint me I decided the garden was the safest spot. Luckily we were only there a few hours and I could come home to my duvet and some peace.
I know I am on the settee but it was a crisis
Unfortunately for all of us master brings idiot brother back each night so the peace and tranquillity is shattered for the rest of the evening. Why he can’t leave him over there, I don’t know. I might get his dinner if he did get left. Sounds good to me.
There was a bit of a hiccup in my tranquil state of mind on Thursday evening. It started Thundering and Lightening. Now I am not normally a timid dog but I do hate thunder. It just doesn’t do my nerves any good. Of cause all the sympathy I get from master is “Don’t be such a wimp”. Well I am not a wimp but I am scared of thunder. Mistress is a bit more sympathetic so I decided I would sit on her knee. Unfortunately she was typing her blog with her laptop on her knee at the time, so me trying to sit there too didn’t go down well. I was already a wreck so the last thing I needed was to be yelled at further. In the end mistress even let me sit on the settee with her. After all it was a crisis.
Olympics what Olympics?
Has anyone been watching the Olympics? Have you noticed there are no dogs. Why? The competitions are a bit strange as well. Why go round and round a track. Are Humans mad? Surely it is far more fun to chase after things. Where is the food eating competitions? I could enjoy that. Imagine the training I would have to go through. Years and years of feeding me, to build up my stamina for the Gold.