Smudge sat on a Frog – Blue

Me looking towards Chressbrook Hall

Me looking towards Cressbrook Hall

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.

Wonder what he has found

Wonder what he has found

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.

Mistress struggling up the hill

Mistress struggling up the hill

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.

 

He is at it again – Smudge

Me

Me

Well HE (idiot brother) is in the ‘dog’ house again. We were let out for our early morning constitution by master, who sometimes comes with us. If not it is usually mistress but on this occasion she didn’t either (I think the phone rang or something). So off we went into the field to see if there was anything interesting. After a few minutes of mooching around I decided it might be worth checking on our Cottages (click here) to see if anyone had any breakfast for me. Its always worth a try. I find if I sit outside with my ‘starved dog look’ I sometimes get the odd tit bit. The skill is remembering which cottages have dogs in. The owners are always a bit of a soft touch and of course there is always the possibility I can slip in and help the guest dog to finish their breakfast. It sometimes works. There I was lost in my mission when I suddenly heard the whistle go.

My stick

My stick

That means we have to come home. So off I trotted back to the house. On the way back it suddenly struck me that I hadn’t seen idiot brother for a while. Then I realised it wasn’t normal to be called back with the whistle in a morning. OH NO what has he (idiot brother) done.

Once I got back in doors I got the usual fuss and a chew for coming back then we sat waiting for ‘idiot’. Well of course he didn’t turn up. Every time master blew the whistle I imagined idiot brother getting into more and more trouble (maybe this time they will just get rid of him and I can have his dinner). In the end master realised he wasn’t going to come back so he went off in the car to find him. There are a number of spots he has been found before so that’s where master checks first – Sheldon Village (he pops into the pub because they know him there), Magpie Mine (don’t ask me why) and all the fields in that general direction.

In the end master found him over at Magpie mine wandering about totally unconcerned. I bet he got it in the neck when master found him as he was pretty furious when he left here. As part of his punishment we were left all day on our own while they went out. Well I was quite happy being left as I could get some serious duvet time in (if only he would stop barking every few minutes) but he was furious as he always wants to go everywhere with master. Well serves him right.

Idiot brother in the 'Dog' house

Idiot brother in the ‘Dog’ house