An Afternoon out – Smudge

Why me?

Why me?

Well some might call it a day out. We call it a boring amble round shops. Mistress wanted to go to the Chatsworth Christmas Market which is fair enough but why involve us in the excursion. OK if they were going to buy me some food or take us for a walk I wouldn’t mind going BUT to wander around a bunch of boring tents – what is the point. Anyway as Chatsworth is only 5 miles or so from our cottages (see Bolehill cottages) it was decided ‘we’ would pop over in the late afternoon. Of course master saw this as an opportunity to get rid of some old ovens and dishwashers he had recently replaced, so he filled the back of the car with rubbish. Hold on a minute that is where we usually sit. So maybe we are not going after all. No such luck I was crammed in the back with all the rubbish and idiot brother got to sit on mistresses lap. Once we got rid of master’s rubbish we could at least get our seats back.

Why me?

Why me?

The Christmas Fair wasn’t as bad as previous years as it wasn’t as cold and it was nice and quiet (we got there late enough to avoid the crowds). One good thing about the Chatsworth Market is we always get lots of attention from passers by. NO FOOD but lots of cuddles and strokes. As usual idiot brother started playing up. For some reason best known to himself, he has started to become scared of the sound of drums. Don’t ask me why – I have no idea. All of a sudden some musical band started up and the idiot went into his cringe and shiver mode. Just throw him in the car and forget about him, was my thought but oh no, everyone gave him a fuss and tried to calm him down. Why bother? He is an idiot. Well after a while the band stopped and we could progress (slowly) around the market. Very little of any interest really although mistress seemed to find something of interest at every stall. Master looked as bored as we felt.

In the end after going round twice we were allowed to go home but only after mistress first visited Chatsworth Farm Shop. Now we both know this is a waste of time as they don’t sell dog food and we get left in the car. I suppose that is better than being dragged around the shop like poor master gets. He does always look so miserable, especially this time when he found out how much mistress had spent.

Some down time with mistress

Some down time with mistress