waiting for dinner
A bad bad day! It started off badly at Bolehill Cottages with the mist and drizzle. We just knew that we were in for a wash, when we got back from our morning constitutional with Mistress. Yep – but at least we got washed inside (which is a change) but even so it was very unpleasant. The next bad thing was that we were bundled into the car and I am sure someone said something about VETS.
Now I am not too worried about the vets as we usually get a biscuit or two and the lady on reception always gives us a fuss. So I wasn’t too worried. When the vet opened the fridge, I assumed she was going to give me something to eat but then before I knew about ,it I had had an injection. How did she do that? I didn’t see a needle or anything. Luckily it didn’t hurt. Then came the first bad news. My teeth need cleaning. Why I have no idea. Oh well that can’t be that bad. Master has tried to clean our teeth before and it wasn’t too bad. Then the vet announced I would have to be put to sleep for a while for them to clean my teeth which sounded great. I like sleeping. Then the bombshell came – I couldn’t be fed for 24 hours before I had a sleep. What! I can’t I survive without food for that length of time. I tried to complain but by this time Master had been told the likely cost and he was in shock (he is a Yorkshireman so things that cost affect him badly).
Just one lick – please!
I was on his side. Far too expensive! Lets forget about it. But the vet pointed out that my teeth would only get worse and then I might have to have a tooth out. How am I going to eat if they take my teeth out? So I suppose better a clean now (and no food for 24 hours) than losing my teeth and not being able to eat at all. Next we had to be weighed. Another bombshell. I have put on nearly 3 kilo since last year (I did try breathing in but it didn’t help). I am not sure how I have put on 3 kilo on the meagre rations I get. It could have something to do with the extra cottage food patrols I have been putting in recently. It was only to stave of hunger. I just new what was coming next. “Smudge you are on a diet!” – HELP!!!
All the way home master was mumbling about cost. I think he is still in shock. Its not him missing out on food for 24 hours. Its me. What has he to worry about.
Idiot brother of course is fine and doesn’t need anything doing.
Me in the Goyt valley
After weeks of being cooped up inside at Bolehill Cottages with mistress grumbling about the snow etc we at long last got taken out for a walk. Sunday was a glorious day so it was agreed that we would go for a walk in the Goyt Valley. It takes about 30 minutes from Bolehill to get there which made Smudge a bit grumpy but I enjoyed it. Once out of the car we were let off our leads almost immediately and we went off exploring. Mistress plodded along slowly as usual. It was a relatively simple walk although mistress did get us lost a couple of times. Master sorted it out with his Sat Nav thing – at least something knows where we are supposed to be going. As no one ever tells us where we are supposed to be going we can’t get the blame for getting lost. We stopped for lunch overlooking one of the reservoirs and Smudge did his usual thing of sitting almost on mistresses lap hoping for some scraps. I can’t be bothered. Now I do have one complaint. Why does master always make at least one Marmite sandwich? And why does he always eat it last? The problem being that the last sandwich is the most likely one we will get a bit of. I don’t like MARMITE. Why couldn’t I get a bit of the other sandwich? Smudge of course just wolfs it down without even realising what he is eating.
Ok I want a pair of boots
Another problem we had (and this was serious) was when we got to one gate there was a puddle bigger than anything I could jump across. Master waded through it and then called me over. Well it is OK for him, he has boots on. I don’t and would get my paws wet. You can see from the picture that I am not exaggerating this was a BIG puddle. In the end I had to cross it or I new exactly what would happen. Master would come over and put my lead on and just drag me through the puddle and that is very very bad news. So I gritted my teeth and went for it. Thanks for that! I was soaked for the rest of the walk. Of course when we got back we had to go through the hosepipe wash down – OUTSIDE. The water was freezing. What was wrong with our en-suite. I thought that is what we had it for. But oh no we had to be washed in the freezing cold.
Our second walk was not really a walk. We don’t classify walks with leads on as a proper walk. I suppose it is better than nothing but its just not the same. I think the only reason we got a walk at all is because mistress felt guilty at leaving us in the car for hours and hours (well at least a couple of hours). Mistress had been taken for her annual visit to Hopton Hall to see the Snowdrops. As usual we had to stay in the car as for some reason they don’t allow dogs around the gardens. It wouldn’t have been too bad but of course once they had been round the garden mistress then wanted to stop for some lunch. So all in all we were left waiting in the car. Now it isn’t too bad for Smudge. Although we are supposed to take it in turn to be ‘security dog’ I have noticed that when he is on duty he just falls asleep. So being a responsible dog I stay on guard all the time – just in case.
Me over looking Carsington water
Anyhow after mistress returned we went down the road to Carsington water where we were taken for a walk round the reservoir ON OUR LEADS. No fun. There is a constant stream of – ‘come on blue’, ‘no stopping’, ‘no pulling’, ‘heal’ (whatever that means) etc. It just is no fun. We walked to the far side of the damn and back which mistress thinks was a couple of miles). As it was sunny mistress decided that it was permissible for her to have an Ice-cream. Her first of the year. When we got back home we were a bit gritty from the paths we had been on and expected to be hosed down but I think master forgot. This wasn’t good as about an hour later he announced that instead of a hose down (which is bad) he would comb out the dried grit. This sounded bad and it was. Its OK if you are a short haired dog but us long haired dogs suffer when our coats get a bit matted and someone decides to comb us and master is not the most gentle person with a comb.
It has been a bit of a boring week at ourcottages (click here). Although we have had a few friends staying its been too cold and wet to play out much and worse still there didn’t seem to be much food in the offing which leads directly onto my main concern this week. FOOD.
Waiting for Dinner
Has anyone noticed how much food humans eat (well Master and Mistress anyway). My rations consist of ONE meal a day (Master and Mistress would add that I get lots of treats but that doesn’t count). Master and Mistress start the day with Breakfast. By breakfast time it is already 12 hours since I was last fed, so its about time for me to get some food. But oh no. All I get is a couple of mistress’s cornflakes (nothing from master). 11:00 comes and it is time for morning coffee plus of course the odd biscuit or something. I sit there on my best behaviour but nothing for Smudge. A few hours later and it is Lunch time. By this time I am almost expiring with hunger but do I get anything? NO I don’t. In the afternoon it is tea break time. Now as you know, if we are out, that means an Afternoon Tea for mistress but nothing for us. At last dinner time comes round. Now although, again, we get absolutely nothing at least we know it is getting near to feeding time.
A lazy Sunday with Master
At last when they have washed up and messed about doing pointless things it is at long last our turn to be fed. Even then mistress prolongs the agony by doing this and that. Then the worse thing possible usually happens. The phone rings. “Leave the damn thing”. “Give me my food”. But oh no, mistress leaves our food where it is and answers the phone. It could be another 10 to 15 mins before she comes back to worry about us. I could have died of malnutrition in the mean time. When at last Mistress puts our bowls on the floor we then have to go through the “Sit”, “Wait” routine. “Come on hurry up”. Then at long last 24 hours since I was last fed I hear the magic words “OK Smudge”. The problem is that 2-3 minutes later that is it and I then have to wait another 24 hours to be fed again. No wonder I am wasting away.
I have been carefully monitoring other dog owners over the last few weeks and I think some dogs get fed more often than me. How fair is that? Maybe I should swap owners.
Fun with mistress
Well at long last the snow has gone from our cottages (click here) and life has returned to normal.It was a bit snowy for a time but we managed, even if mistress is a bit wimpy. The worst time was when the sheep broke through the fence and invaded the courtyard. There was a huge invasion of them. Even Smudge beat a retreat to the back garden. I stayed behind a fence out of the way. I suppose I should have gone and got master to warn him but quite honestly my feet were ro0ted to the spot. Well the things have munched loads of mistresses bushes and a number of the conifers hiding the oil tank etc. Once master spotted what was going one he soon got rid of them. They had sneaked in over the wall, across the cattle grid (which was full of snow) and through OUR cattle grid bypass slot. I think I prefer cows to sheep. At least when I bark at cows they usually jump back, the sheep just ignore me. Anyhow they seem to have gone now. I think master said they have gone onto the fields of the farmer opposite. Well good riddance is all I can say. Not a minute too soon.
Keeping an eye on the sheep
Master managed to get the 4×4 stuck in the snow. This was mainly because he didn’t have me with him to help. He had Smudge. How stupid is that. What does Smudge know about getting cars out of trouble? To be fair master had gone down the fields to talk to the sheep farmer. We had both gone with him but when I realise we were heading towards the sheep I decided it would be safer to go home. When master had finished he invited Smudge into the car for a lift back. That’s when he got stuck. Of course where I would have been able to help, Smudge was just useless. In the end someone gave master a tow and he got out .
Master and I popped over to the Buxton house to supervise the fitting of a new door. As you can see from the photo I had a bit of a shock but it did turn out OK in the end. We just need to finish of some plastering around the door and that is the house finished.
I know I asked for a dog flap but ….