Me in Lathkill Dale
As master is rushing around finishing off the upgrade to one of our cottages (see link) I had expected quite some trips down town and over to Buxton and places. We have had a few trips out but not as many as I expected. As usual he hasn’t taken much notice of my advice which is why he gets into problems every now and then. A few days ago it looked like we were off somewhere, so I followed him around and as soon as he got into the car I jumped in too (just in case he left me behind). He brought the car up into the courtyard then disappeared. The next thing I knew mistress had jumped into the car and was setting off. Hold on! I need to be where the action is not stuck in a car with mistress. That is Smudge’s job.
Why put a trough inside?
Anyway we set off to Buxton. Now the Buxton run is great fun with master. It is like a white knuckle (paw) ride as we zip round corners via the back roads. I sit in the front seat watching where we are going. I have learned how to lean into the corners and how to anticipate him breaking (if I don’t I sometimes find myself nosing the front window). With mistress it was just plain boring. A steady 30 miles an hour, slowly going round the bends – how boring is that? After a few minutes I decided I might as well climb into the back and to try and get some sleep but all the way there and all the way back she kept on explaining where we were going and why she was getting out of the car each time. I am not used to this. Master usually just jumps out with a “Blue stay” and I sit around wondering were he has gone and how long he will be. At least when we got to Buxton Mistress explained where she was going and how long she was going to be. As it turns out she had popped over to Buxton for master as he was ‘busy’.
A light snack
Its OK all this upgrading Dove bit (see our peak district cottages at www.bolehillfarm.co.uk) but it does disturb my morning, my mid morning and my afternoon siesta. It’s not that they are noisy or anything, its just master keeps rushing in past my bed to ‘get things’ and ‘discuss things’. Why can’t he be a little bit less noisy. Can’t he see a dogs is trying to nap. Idiot brother is, of course, in his element. Rushing here, rushing there, going off with master to get bits and then rushing again. He loves it. It exhausts me just watching them. It’s not as though he is of any use. He just seems to be constantly in the way. I bet if I did that I would get yelled at and probably end up with plaster or paint all over me. Far better to just stick to my bed.
I am not really here.
One thing with having builders around, there is always a chance of a free lunch but this lot are not very generous with their lunch and it is hardly worth the effort. All in all January is a bit of a lean month for food. After all the treats I got over Christmas the last few weeks have come as a bit of a shock. Very few dog friends in our cottage so not much chance of a free meal.
I had a major scare the other day. Mistress disappeared out after their tea without feeding me. Master didn’t seem to have remembered. So it was up to me to get him to remember (idiot brother doesn’t worry about such things). I kept nudging him and generally trying to point him towards the food but to no avail. All I got was “Smudge – What do you want”. “I want my dinner obviously” but as he is a human he can’t understand me. And I thought humans were supposed to be smart. What does it take to realise you haven’t fed your best friend – ME . Anyhow in the end the penny dropped and he realised he had forgotten to feed me (us). The next worry was that he might have forgotten how much we get (that could be good or bad). OK I accept that we never get any ‘extras’ when master feeds us but as a minimum I expect the same amount as I get from mistress. Who knows what we got. It looked a measly small amount to me but idiot brother seemed happy enough (well he would wouldn’t he).
My new hat.
At last Christmas is over and things are getting back to normal at our Holiday cottages (click here). Mistress is less stressed, master isn’t as grumpy and we are allowed back into the lounge (Smudge had missed his snoozes in front of the fire). Master and Mistress’s friends came for the Christmas period, you know the ones that are allergic to dogs (how can anyone be allergic to dogs), so we were banished to the kitchen. I much prefer to be where the action is and Smudge was terrified there may be some food going spare that he might miss. So all in all I don’t like Christmas. OK we did get some nice treats, and we did get taken out for some walks, and we did meet some nice dog friends in our cottages and we did get some leftovers (made Smudge happy) but that is not the same as being looked after properly and treated like proper family dogs. Kitchen indeed – that’s where cats are supposed to be kept not man’s best friend.
What happened to the roof?
I suppose we did get taken for a few nice walks. On Christmas Eve we got take to Derwent/Howden reservoir for a walk round the top end of the dam and back to Derwent Dam car park. We had to do a lot of waiting around while master went to fetch his car from the top of Howden. We are not allowed in their friend’s car as we might leave dog hair in it (as if). It was a bit blowy but not too bad. I must admit I must be getting a bit old as I did feel a bit stiff in the evening and it was only a 5 mile walk. Problem is we are use to all the ‘stopping to admire the view’ we get with mistress. When we all go for a walk with their friends it is more a walk, no stopping, and we are not use to it.
On Christmas Day we all walked down to the Lathil Hotel (pub) for a lunch time drink. We were left outside in the cold. How is that for Christmas cheer? Lots of other dogs were inside in the warmth. Why weren’t we? I have considered a formal complaint to the RSPCA.
Looks to be working
On Boxing Day we were taken for a walk we do quite often. Across our fields, down into Lathkill Dale, along the dale, then up past our picnic spot, along to the Lathkil Hotel for a drink (they sat outside with us this time – I think they felt guilty about leaving us out on our own the day before) and back across the fields to home.
I suppose over all it wasn’t too bad a Christmas. Happy New Year.