Chatsworth Sculptures – Smudge

Me at Chatsworth

Me at Chatsworth

It’s that time of year again when we get dragged around the Sculptures in the grounds of Chatsworth. As it was supposed to be a glorious day today, it was decided we would take the day off from our cottages (see here) and go to Chatsworth to see the annual sculpture exhibition beyond limits. We always dread this as it means being dragged round numerous funny looking things in the gardens of Chatsworth House and one of us has to sit and look stupid in front of some of them. Over the last few years I have been lucky as it has been idiot brother that has had to pose for all the daft photographs but this year it was my turn. “Sit here”. “Turn this way”. “Smile”. “Don’t sulk”. An entire afternoon having to be on our leads and told what to do. Its a tough life being a dog at Bolehill Cottages. To cap it all the sun didn’t come out once,it was just miserable all day.

Well if nothing else it looks colourful

Well if nothing else it looks colourful

When we got there of course we got the usual “stay there we will be back soon” as they disappeared for hours looking round the house. I suppose it could have been worse we could have been made to go with them. Now that would have been boring. Anyhow once they had been round the house they came back for us and took us round the garden – one sculpture at a time. As usual there were 100’s of them (well actually 20 but it felt like 100’s). All as boring as each other. Master usually plays a game of finding the most ‘stupid’ sculpture. This year’s contender for stupidest achieved a score of 9/10.

The winner of the stupidest sculpture

The winner of the stupidest sculpture

A former winner scored 10/10 but that was just a stack of breeze blocks so that had to achieve top marks. This one was just some painted rocks so didn’t do badly.

Of course on the way back to the car we had to stop for mistress’s afterno

on tea

Not sure about this one

Not sure about this one

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A bit strange

It was a very hard day
It was a very hard day
I quite like this one - almost looks edible

I quite like this one – almost looks edible

This is getting tiresome – Blue

Not Happy

Not Happy

We seem to keep getting left behind. Last Sunday we were left behind when they went to see the Red Arrows. Now I can’t altogether blame them for that as I personally would have left Smudge behind as he is a major pain when the Red Arrows are around. He just never stops barking which gets a bit on your nerves. I personally don’t mind them too much so I could have been taken. Especially as it was supposed to be a nice walk out to the edges. But oh no I had to stay at home with Smudge.

Three days later it happened again. They went out and left us. What is going on. We never get left behind. It must be something Smudge has done as I don’t think I have been in trouble for a while. Luckily they weren’t too long.

Another three days and we get left behind AGAIN. This time it was to Buxton. I always go to Buxton. I am Buxton Dog. What have we done wrong?

Today was the last straw. They went to Manchester without us. That would have been a major adventure but oh no I get stuck with Smudge all day. It wouldn’t be too bad if I could get some sleep but I can’t. One of us has to be on security duty and Smudge is no use.  He just curls up on his mat and is instantly asleep. So I have to stay alert the entire time, on my own.

Me

Me

At least we got taken out for a nice walk in the afternoon by one of our guest’s dog’s. It gave us a bit of a chance to stretch our legs and Smudge to get the sleep out of his eyes.  It was nice to see master and mistress when they got back although I didn’t get any gratitude for all the security services I had provided.

I am going to be very careful over the next few days. If I notice anyone getting ready to go out I am going to be off to the car to make sure they don’t forget me.

Oh by the way if Smudge happen to mention about me being chased by some lambs in my defence I should point out they were very very big lambs and very scary.

Me

Me