A hair cut and the Dambusters -Blue

Maimed for life!!!!

Maimed for life!!!!

Look what he did to my ear. Well of course you can’t see what he did, because he covered it up with a bandage. Dog cruelty I call it. There I was just hanging around, when all of a sudden the scissors appeared from nowhere, and the next thing I knew he had taken a notch out of my ear. Mistress was livid and I wasn’t too pleased either. Although it didn’t really hurt, there were a few drops of blood on the floor and I wasn’t allowed in the lounge for a few hours in case I bleed on the carpet (it was hardly my fault was it). The bandage did make me look a bit odd for a few days.  How would you like to walk around with a bandage on your ear? You feel all lopsided. Why we have to have our fur cut every now and then I don’t know. I was quite happy with the ‘shaggy’ look. I thought it showed a level of style. Anyhow my ear is fine again now with just a bit of a scab. Smudge found the whole thing hilarious, so that is the last time I share a biscuit with him.

First one of those I have seen.

First one of those I have seen.

Anyhow, on to better things. Last week we were taken to see the Battle of Briton memorial flight coming over Derwent Dam (well that was the original plan). We set off at an amazingly early time (for Mistress)  of 9:00AM from Bolehill cottages (click here) and got to the Dam area by about 9:30. The road to the main Dam car park was still open so we managed to park only 1 mile away from Derwent Dam itself. As we had got there so early it was decided that we would do one of our standard walks. Along Derwent reservoir till we nearly get to Howden Dam then up through the woods to the moor above. We would then walk along the top, to get to our chosen spot overlooking Derwent Dam before the flypast at 13:00. It was very busy at the start of the walk with TV camera vans etc all over the place so we weren’t allowed of our leads until we had walked some distance from the dam. When we got up onto the moors (overlooking Howden Dam) we all decided that as it would be far quieter here, than at Derwent Dam (there were only about 10 people), we would stay and have lunch and await the flypast. So we all settled down to first await lunch and then the Flypast. Lunch was as expected. Loads of sandwiches for them and a few bits of crust of us and a bowl of water – great! Then the fun started. At first we managed to chase away a couple of helicopters that started to annoy us. Then the aeroplanes appeared. I didn’t mind the the big plane and the little one but the jets really got on our nerves. So we chased them off. They did come back a couple of times but in the end they got the message that they weren’t welcome and went away.

After all the excitement we had a very pleasant walk across the moors back to Derwent Dam were most of the crowds had dispersed and mistress could have an ice-cream before we headed back to the car.

I am very famous now, the picture Master made of me ‘watching the plane go by’ has been seen by nearly six thousand people – just call me Facebook Dog.

Discussing what to do next.

Discussing what to do next.

Birchen Edge Walk – Smudge

Me on Birchen Edge

Me on Birchen Edge

Another fine day and another walk. Once again we got away from Bolehill Cottages relatively early and managed to park without difficulty at the Robin Hood car park before heading out to Birchen Edge. We were let of our leads almost immediately so we could go off and explore. We have done this walk before so even master was unlikely to get lost. But just in case, we made sure they were on the right track. As usual idiot brother disgraced us by having to be put on his lead to go through some cows. OK they did have horns and were very big but we have come across these type of cows before (Highland) and they are softies really. But oh no idiot brother had to make a scene and would have been over the wall and far away if master had not put him on his lead.

At Wellington's monument

At Wellington’s monument

Anyway after that little scene we didn’t encounter any other livestock and so had a relatively peaceful walk. As usual we had to do a lot of  ‘stopping to admire the view’ by mistress but we are use to that by now. We (or rather they) did, however, manage to get lost or to be more precise to use the wrong footpath. I tried to tell them but they wouldn’t listen to me.  So we all had to walk a bit further than had been anticipated.

We didn’t do too badly for lunch. A few crust ends etc is better than we normally get. Of course at the end of the walk we had to stop for mistress’s afternoon tea. You can see our walk if you have a look at Birchen Edge walk (master has also added some pictures to give you some idea of the views etc).

When we got home we had to suffer master giving us our periodic coat trim (more like a hack than a trim). Well you want to see what he has done to idiot brother. I will let him explain in his next blog but needless to say Master is not coming near me with those scissors again. Mistress was furious and idiot brother was not very happy either (he is still walking around with a lop sided ear).

We had some fun a few days ago. One of our guests was flying a kite and accidentally let it go. The kite flew away and in the end the string got caught in the overhead electrical cables but the kite carried on flying. Mistress had to call out the Electricity company to come and cut it down. Once cut down the kite fluttered down to earth 3 or 4 fields away so me and master went to collect it. Idiot brother should have been with us but of course we had to go through some cows so he didn’t dare and went home. Me and master found the kite. Well actually master found the kite as I was a bit preoccupied with a few hares and crows that needed chasing. All the way back he kept grumbling at me for not retrieving it. Well that is no surprise I am not a retriever. I am a collie and collies round things up, not retrieve them. Any dog can retrieve things, that’s easy. But it takes skill and cunning to round things up which is probably why idiot brother is useless at it (well that and the fact he is scared of most things).

Admiring the view

Admiring the view