A Present left by an admirer
Now I am not usually a scaredy dog (well except for those cows, oh and those vicious sheep, oh and the odd table napkin that looks a bit threatening blowing around in the wind) but this was different. This was a lot of crashing and banging. There I was fast asleep when all of a sudden there was a massive bang. It even woke Smudge (usually the only thing that does that is the mention of food). Then there were more bangs. This got me very worried. Smudge was no use, he just sat in the corner shivering. I tried to call master but couldn’t get a woof out. I decided the best thing was to try and get to master and mistress (they might need me) so I tried to scratch my way through the door. Luckily master must of heard me and came down to make sure we were OK. Well I was a bit shaken up but Smudge was a wreck. Anyway we all sat together which calmed Smudge down a bit. It sort of calmed me down a bit but I must admit I may have disgraced us dogs a bit. When there were a lots of loud bangs I did try and get into some very tight corners and tremor a bit but it was only during the very worse part of the storm. Mistress was very kind and sympathetic. Master was his usual gruff self and just told me not to be so stupid (well that was helpful).
I was only a ‘bit’ scared
At last the storm passed and we could all get some sleep. Master has now got some strange sort of herbal spray to keep us calm. I personally was all for him a getting us a bottle of Vallium. If it works for humans it must work for dogs although I am not sure what would happen if we gave it to Smudge. He is laid back enough as it is. A couple of those and he would be completely away with the fairies. Anyway Smudge likes the spray thing as every time we get given it we get a treat. Well that is good enough for Smudge. Me – I am not sure. It may help a little bit as I wasn’t quite as nervous yesterday evening when it all started again. But personally I am lobbying for the Vallium.
At least it wasn’t a No.2
For once it has been a bit warm at Bolehill Cottages. Not that I am complaining but I am a dog with a very thick coat, so it isn’t too good when its too hot. Master did mention something about giving us a ‘No.2’ which didn’t sound good. As you can see from the picture we did get a bit of a clip (master didn’t maim idiot brother any further – more is the pity). So it is a bit cooler. The nice thing about our location is that we always get a bit of a breeze. So if you lie in a doorway you get a nice through draft. I do, however, have to put up with the constant nagging from master “Smudge you are in the way”. To him I am always ‘in the way’. Wherever I go I am ‘in the way’ so I might as well find the coolest spot and stick to it. Idiot brother of course still wants to dash about and generally be a major pain but I think even he was flagging by the end of the week.
We did get taken on a few evening picnics. There was of course the fiasco with idiot brother at Lathkill Dale. We should have just left him. But we did have a quieter picnic at Chatsworth where idiot brother didn’t make such an idiot of himself and he managed the whole picnic without incident. I kept a careful eye on him ‘just in case’. Most evenings mistress and master have just sat outside admiring our view (and drinking some funny thing that mistress likes). We have just lazed about in the sun chasing the odd swallow or two but nothing too energetic.
The weather of course broke over the weekend. Then there was the thunder and lightening on early Tuesday morning. Idiot brother went totally of his rocker. I am not sure what I was more worried about. The thunder or idiot brother disturbing master. In the end master came down to ‘sort him out’. Luckily he was very understanding and we all sat together listening to the crashing and banging. Idiot brother was totally traumatised and couldn’t really be calmed down. Me – I was a brave dog and only got a bit scared when the really big bangs went off. I personally would have chucked idiot brother outside – with luck he might of run off. In the end it all stopped and we could get some sleep. One good thing – idiot brother was so worked up he didn’t eat any treats left for him. So to show how helpful I can be, I ate his too. Mistress was very concerned about idiot brother (I wasn’t), so master talked to a friend, who has a dog like him, and he suggested some sort of herbal potion. We tried it on idiot brother and he was certainly better in the afternoon when we had a few rumbles etc. In fact he was so laid back there was some discussion as to whether we should give it to him ALL the time. I thought that was a fantastic idea – a calm idiot brother – that would be different.
Looking Down to Lathkill Dale
It wasn’t my fault. We were all enjoying a picnic at mistress’s favourite spot overlooking Lathkill Dale (a short walk from our cottages – click here). Amazingly master had even remembered to bring something along for us. So there I was just sitting enjoying the evening sun when all of a sudden a big balloon and a hang glider appeared over us. Smudge and I had already chase one balloon off but when a second appeared and then a hang glider I wasn’t sticking around to find out what might happen next. OK I should have told master that I was off but come on – I was scared. They are pretty scary things balloons and hang gliders. Anyway I ran for cover which meant running back down into the dale. After a while I felt I was far enough away so stopped running. Now this is were the problem started. I didn’t know where I was. Anyhow it didn’t seem important at the time as there was lots to do and see so I sauntered about checking out this and that.
Me helping with the gardening
After a while I heard masters whistle so I thought I had better try and find a way back. Unfortunately this wasn’t as easy as it sounds. I ran here and there trying to find a way but couldn’t. Meanwhile masters whistle was becoming more frantic and more annoyed so I knew I was going to be in trouble. In the end it dawned on me that if I took the same route as we had used to get to the picnic spot I couldn’t go wrong. So along to the road I went, up to the corner where we cross to go up the field. Up the field and across to where I knew we had been sitting. All the time I could hear master getting more and more annoyed although the whistle did sound to be from farther away. In the end I found my way back to be greeted by mistress and a big hug. She was nearly in tears as she thought I had got lost. Master was no where to be seen (thank goodness). Then mistress started waving her arms and I noticed master was a little dot down in the dale. Luckily he was so exhausted when he got back up the hill that he couldn’t even yell at me. He just looked a bit red in the face and puffing a lot. Anyway we walked back to the car via the Lathkil Hotel as master felt he deserved a drink after climbing up and down the dale 3 times. It wasn’t till we got home that I was told I had been issued with an ASBO. Now I am not too sure what they are but I am sure it is not good because I know mistress gives them to the cows when they misbehave. Maybe I will have to go without food for a day or be grounded or not be allowed in the car or get the cold look every time I walk into the room. As it turns out everyone was so happy to have me back safe and sound they seem to have forgotten and life goes on as normal. It looks like I got away with it.
Us outside pugin’s church. Note the wall!!!
I did a bit of a stupid thing today. We all went off to Cheadle so mistress could look round the Church which was designed by Pugin (apparently he is the bloke who designed the Houses of Parliament). Well of course dogs aren’t allowed in churches so master stayed outside with us. He found a comfortable spot to sit down so I decided I would join him. What he hadn’t told me was that there was a 10-15ft drop the other side of the wall and it was a very thin wall. So instead of jumping onto it I jumped OVER it. Well you can imagine my surprise (and masters). Of course I was on a lead so it wasn’t as though I could land properly. The lead held me by my neck. Luckily master was quick enough to release it so I wasn’t dangling but even so I took a bit of a fall. Smudge of course didn’t even notice what was going on. I was a bit shaken but luckily unhurt. I would hate to think what would have happened if master had had to take me to the vets. He hates the thought of paying vets (I think it’s his Yorkshire breading). That along with my ASBO and I would have been in serious trouble.