Decoy Dog – Smudge

Silage time

Silage time

Its been a busy week this week. What with having mistresses friends here and me having to check more cottages (see our site) than normal for food I have had very little time for my favourite pastime of sleeping. One of our regular friends was back so we had to go off to play with him (idiot brother probably went a bit too far as usual). The unfortunate thing about regular visitors is that they are in general not as generous on the food side as new guests. I have a feeling mistress has had words with them about me being over weight. Well I am not. I may have a few muscles here and there that show up as fat but I am certainly not fat. How could I be on the meagre rations we get. The only way I survive is by scrounging food off guests. Without that supplementary food I would have wasted away by now.

We have at long last been take on some walks. Master/Mistresses friends are keen walkers so we always get taken out when they visit. Its always a lot better when we go out with them as we don’t spend as much time ‘admiring the view’. The first day we walked from Ashford in the Water to Bakewell and then over the hill to Great Longstone (where we stopped for Lunch) and then on up to Monsal Head and back round to Ashford. It was a bit of a long way for mistress but we coped. The walk was relatively easy and we encountered very few cows and Sheep so idiot brother wasn’t too much of a pain.

Me with mistress

Me with mistress

The next day we set off from home and headed down to Over Haddon and then on down to Haddon Hall. This is where the problems started. The first few fields had been fine – a few friendly milk cows and a few dizzy sheep. But once we had cleared the sheep (idiot brother was only a bit scared) we entered a field full of bullocks. At this point we realised that mistress’s friend was scared of cows, so master sent me off to be a decoy while the others (including idiot brother on a lead to stop him running off) crossed the field. So off I went with master in a long loop round the field and sure enough the beasties followed us. Now these beasties don’t understand that I am an ace cow dog and that I will take no nonsense from cows so we had a few fraught moments until they learnt that. In general they did behave but there is always one that wants push its luck, so he needed to be taught a lesson. After we got through the first field the next field was also full of bullocks so off I went again. This happened over about four fields. I found it great fun but idiot brother was nearly a nervous wreck by the time we got through the last field. Then the shooting started. Way of in the distance someone was practising shooting . Well this was the last straw for idiot brother. He now became a gibbering wreck. They all tried to console him (I didn’t) but in the end the shooting stopped and we could get him to moving again.

Once we got to Haddon Hall he had forgotten all about the cows and the sheep and the shooting and was back to normal (just being an idiot). After Haddon Hall we turned towards Bakewell where we stopped for lunch and master went on ahead to get the car (which he had left at the top of the Town before we set off). I think he was a bit worried about mistress as she had been lagging a bit. So we got a ride back home in the car which was good as I have to admit my paws were feeling a bit sore. I think I must be getting a bit old as I am definitely feeling a bit stiff tonight and looking at idiot brother he looks even worse than me. I do wish master would stop helping us over stiles though. We are still young enough to get over them ourselves and it is very embarrassing as a Collie to be lifted over a stile. If anyone were to see it I wouldn’t know where to put my muzzle.

View towards Haddon Hall

View towards Haddon Hall