Me at Three Shires Head
Well thank goodness that is all over again. We can now get back to our rightful place in front of the fire rather than the kitchen. Actually it wasn’t all bad we were allowed into the lounge occasionally (master’s friend doesn’t seem to be as allergic to us as he used to be) and he does make a bit of a fuss of us. We were not allowed into the dining room though. We had to sit by the door and watch! Poor Smudge nearly died. All that food and none for him!
One bad part was that we didn’t get taken for our usual Christmas Day pub walk. They bottled out of walking (it was a bit wet) and took the car so there was no room for us. Well I could have sat on master’s lap and Smudge could have sat on mistress’s. But no, they were worried about dog hairs in the car. So we had to stay at home and look after security and the slowly cooking Goose. I took charge of security and Smudge of course took charge of the cooking. Not that there was much for him to do other than look through the cooker window and drool. We did get a big chew when they got back which kept Smudge happy but personally I would have preferred to go to the pub.
Looks a bit dodgy to me!
On Boxing day we at least had a nice long walk to Three Shires Head. Somewhere where mistress has wanted to go for ages. It was a bit muddy but nothing we couldn’t handle. On the way back Smudge got into a bit of difficulty. We came across a stile that had a massive big puddle in front of it. The only way to get to it was via a small strip of grass by a fence. Master went first. When he used the fence to hold on to he found it was electrified. Now I have come across these things before, we sometimes have them in our fields, and I can tell you they hurt if you touch them. Master warned everyone but I don’t think Smudge heard as he followed master. The next thing there is a massive yelping splashing and more yelping from Smudge. He had touched the fence and had leapt back into the puddle. He hates water so had rushed back to the grass where he came in contact with the fence again. More yelping as he tried to turn round (without getting wet) and yet more as he ran back along the verge. He was totally traumatised. I have never seen anything so funny in my life. In fact I would have nearly died laughing if I wasn’t in pain myself. I had missed the stile by jumping over another wall with barbed wire on it. This is strictly against orders. We are not allowed to miss out stiles. We are supposed to wait by them for mistress to catch up and then follow when we have been given permission. Problem is that when we are out I forget sometimes. On the one hand this was fortunate as I didn’t get zapped like poor Smudge. On the other hand I didn’t see the barbed wire and hurt my paw. But it was all worth it to see poor Smudge getting zapped. It took Master and Mistress a good 10 minutes to calm him down. No one even noticeds me limping. Anyway Smudge recovered and my paw injury wasn’t that serious (it just hurt a bit at the time). Smudge still hasn’t forgiven me for laughing at him. No sense of humour!
Were did that lot come from?
Anything for a treat!
I love Christmas. Well I love all the food being around, even if it doesn’t usually come my way. Mistress has been busy buying things and even remembered some ‘special’ treats for us when she went to the farmers market yesterday. Our treats seemed a bit inconsequential compared with all the treats she seems to have bought herself (master just gets what he is given the same as us). Loads of mince pies and other little treats have been heading into our peak district cottages for our guests. Even treats for dog guests (I wish I could find out where she hides these treats). A few guests arrived yesterday with some more coming today and tomorrow. Hopefully there are loads of dogs as I always manage to scrounge the odd scrap from guests with dogs or even a full dinner if the dog is looking the other way. As long as our guest remember that Christmas is supposed to be a time of giving, I should be ok!
Matches my eyes?
Master has had another bought of ‘man flu’. Its a bit suspicious that he always seems to get ‘man flu’ when there are lots of things to do. Well I suppose it gets him out of the way and lets mistress get on with things. We try and help where we can. Well I try and help and idiot brother just gets in the way. Not that anyone ever seems to be grateful for my help. It is usually “Smudge you are in the way”. Well of course I am, I am here to help. I could be chief taster or sampler. I would be good at that.
Master and idiot brother seem to have finished over at Buxton or at least I am having to put up with idiot brother being around a lot more. I had forgotten just how annoying he can be. Most of the last few months I have been able to get a good few hours duvet time in an afternoon but now with him back I get disturbed every 10 minutes or so with him barking at something or nothing.
Mistress and Masters friends are arriving today so hopefully we will get some walks in over the Christmas period.
I am sure there is food here somewhere
OK – don’t laugh!
It must be almost Christmas as there is all sorts of frantic activity going on around our cottages (click here). We put up the lights the other day. Master always hates that, so I help where I can but I am not good on ladders. Smudge just hides as he knows there is going to be trouble. Mistress is dashing from cottage to cottage putting up Christmas trees and decorations. Cakes are being baked (Smudge likes that bit) and iced (master does the marzipan so I can’t imagine what that will taste like). We have to sit to have our daft Christmas picture taken. Same every year! Blue Sit. Blue put these daft antlers on. Blue don’t move – Snap! Well as long as it keeps them happy and we did get quite a few treats although Smudge cheated and nicked some from behind masters back (Master was not happy with him). Do other dogs have to go through this indignation at Christmas?
Are you sure this is in the right place?
There is talk about buying us some dog boots for Christmas (so we don’t have to have our feet wiped so often). Come on – we are collies! Doesn’t that count for anything? How could we show our faces around town? Definitely a case of maltreatment.
Smudge as usual is looking forward to Christmas. It’s all the food he is looking forward to really. I assume we will be confined to the kitchen AGAIN as master and mistress’s friend is allergic to dogs. So please think of us at Christmas all alone in a cold, dark, kitchen without anyone caring for us and everyone else sitting round a nice warm log fire. Its damn right cruel, especially to Smudge with all that food only a few feet away.
Did someone say ‘walk’
Me in the pub last week
Its getting to become a bit of a ritual. A walk to a village near us for lunch. This time it was Sheldon. We hadn’t been over to Sheldon for a while so it was a nice surprise. The intention had been to go on a ‘proper’ walk but after we had been taken out for our morning constitutional, around our peak district cottages, with mistress, it was decided that the ground was too uneven and hard to risk going too far afield. Basically mistress wimped out. Ok the ground in places was a bit uneven and frozen but nothing we couldn’t cope with. Master was up for it but not mistress. So as a compromise it was decided to walk over to Sheldon. If the going got too tough for mistress we could turn back. Sheldon is one of those walks where we are allowed off our leads from the start. No roads or anything until Only one minor road to cross until you got to the village. I say no leads but of course idiot brother had to let the collie breed down AGAIN. Master had to put him on his lead as we passed through some sheep. Not to stop him chasing them (he is too scared of them to chase them) but to stop him being an idiot and jumping over a wall with barbed wire on it. Ok sheep can be a bit scary but as long as you keep going and don’t look them in the eye you can to get through them without too much trouble. Bit scarier than cows but not too bad.
looking towards Sheldon
The walk was a bit slow as mistress was even slower than normal (talk about dead slow and stop). I must admit even for us the fields were a bit rough on our paws. In other parts the fields were muddy so we turned up to Sheldon looking a bit of a mess. For a horrible moment it looked like we were going to be left outside in the cold while they went into the pub for lunch. Hold on that is hardly fair! We like our creature comforts too (well I do – not sure about idiot brother). Luckily master had just gone in to check that we could go in even if muddy (they usually allow dogs). The bar and games area is all flagstone so no problem. That was lucky. At least we were warm while they had their lunch.
The walk back has what has been named Coronary Hill by one of our guests. Its only a small hill but it seems to slow down mistress and even master. We tend to run to the top then sit there waiting for them. Mistress turns up about 10 mins later puffing and panting. Unfit! After the hill it is only a few fields and we are back home. Unfortunately for idiot brother ‘our’ sheep must have seen us going out so were waiting for us to return. Poor idiot brother had to run all the way round the outside of the field to get back home – idiot.
Have you seen this http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-20614593 ‘teaching dogs to drive’ . Master is thinking of putting idiot brother in for driving lessons. Can you imagine it? I wouldn’t put idiot brother in charge of a dog bowl let alone a car.
Posing near the Magpie mine
Admiring the view
Yesterday was nice and sunny so it was a bit of a shame we couldn’t go out for a long walk. Unfortunately we had guests coming in to our cottages (click here) in the afternoon. Never mind, that is the way of these things. Mistress, however, decided that we could walk over to Over Haddon and have lunch in the Lathkil Hotel (its a pub really). That was great news as we enjoy that walk. We are allowed off our leads and as long as we stop and wait at each of the styles (for mistress to catch up) we can wander off wherever we want. The ground was still very hard from all the frost so at least we didn’t get too muddy. They allow dogs into bar area of the Lathkil so we could sit inside by the fire watching master and mistress have their lunch (nothing for us). As the Lathkil is such a dog friendly pub (most are in our area) we had lots of friends to get acquainted with. Once lunch was over we had to rush back to meet our afternoon guests.
At least someone listens to me
We are getting on well with the house in Buxton. A few more weeks and we should be finished. I even showed someone around. I pointed out all the ‘dog features’ that have been added but they didn’t seem that impressed. They obviously didn’t have a dog.
We had to take mistress for a retail fix on Saturday. All the way to Ashbourne to be stuck in the car all afternoon. No fun. Mistress seemed happy though especially after visiting her favourite deli. We did get taken for a short walk from the car park through the long tunnel to the bike hire shop on the Tissington trail. It was a bit strange as there were train noises in the tunnel but no trains. Either there were ghosts or something very strange was going on. We ignored it anyway.
Like the Hat.