Well that is absolutely typical of Smudge. He is not the brightest dog around our cottages. But more of that in a moment. First I must correct Smudge’s last posting about me going missing. I wasn’t missing. I knew where I was and was just about to return home, after doing my good deed for the day. What actually happened was that I noticed a couple of walkers crossing our fields and as they looked lost I wandered over to see if I could help. As they appeared to be trying to get to Magpie Mine I showed them the way. OK maybe I should have turned back when I heard masters whistle but then I wouldn’t have been able to show them the way so I sort of ‘ignored it’. I assumed master would understand -he didn’t. I suppose him coming to find me saved me the long walk home but I wasn’t too happy with the angry looks he gave me and the ‘pointed silence’. I assumed he would be glad I had helped someone. So that’s what actually happened. Then as punishment I had to spend the day with boring Smudge rather than go off with master.
Anyway back to Smudge and the unfortunate frog. We were taken for a walk up round the Monsal Head area. Its a walk we have a done few times before. We parked near Monsel Head and walked up to the trail then on up the hill to Brushfield,? then round to Litton Mill, onto the trail for a bit, then up onto the old path with its spectacular views of Cressbrook Hall and back to the car. It was when we were on the old path that mistress called Smudge back from whatever he was doing. Being an obedient dog he trotted back to mistress then sat down (as we are suppose to do). Unfortunately he sat on the poor frog that was sunning itself. We are not sure if the frog survived. Smudge is a bit of a fat dog, so having his weight sitting on you isn’t going to improve your outlook.
I had to look after Smudge on Friday night. The farmer had been muck spreading over the last few days so of course Smudge being Smudge always enjoys bits of it (its a dog thing – but Smudge is particularly partial to it). Of course predictably (and as usual) he had an upset stomach. About 2 AM in the morning he needed to go to the toilet. Being a good brother I thought I had better help him and get master or mistress to let him out. I know banging on the door usually gets them up and luckily it did. Mistress came down and we rushed to the outside door to let her know Smudge needed to go out. She let us out just in time. Unfortunately the next time I wasn’t as quick and he made a mess on the kitchen floor. I assumed we would be in big trouble? But when master came down luckily he was very understanding and just let us out. Smudge seemed to get worse during the morning, so we decided we needed to take him to the Vet. The Vet immediately understood the problem and gave him something to settle his stomach. He was a bit down all day, so as a good brother I kept an eye on him. By dinner time he was a lot better but then almost went into trauma when he realise he wasn’t going to be properly fed. A bowl of rice just isn’t good for a dog. He seems fine again now. Maybe he has learnt his lesson – probably not.