Well thank goodness that is all over for another year at Bolehill Cottages. No more looking stupid for photos, no more being banned from OUR lounge, no more Smudge slobbering everywhere looking expectantly for food, no more late nights, no more Christmas Carols (I hate Christmas Carols), no more being left behind ‘because we are dogs’, no more pretending to be happy all the time, no more being ignored by Master ‘because he is busy’. Ok there are a few upsides to this Christmas thing. We do get ‘extras’ in our dinner bowl and people do buy us treats which is enough to buy off Smudge but not me. You can’t buy me off with food. A good game or toy maybe but not food.
We didn’t even get our usual Boxing day walk. They all went off down town without us. Basically I was abandoned with old ‘Sour Paws’ (Smudge) for hours instead of being out and about as I should be.
The great thing about this Christmas was the snow on Boxing day evening. Master and Mistress were all a bit grumpy about it (especially mistress) but I thought it was great fun. As usual I went out to help master clear the drive, car park and courtyard. As usual he didn’t appreciate my help (I don’t know why I bother). I think he calmed down a bit once all our Christmas guests had managed to get away and the New Year guests were settled in. He then managed to take us for some walks around our grounds and a ride around to see the countryside. What the fascination is of going out just before it is dark to watch the ‘sunset’ I have no idea but it did get us out into the snow each evening. OK I am getting older and master keeps calling me a ‘Senior’ dog but it is still great fun to play in the snow.
Even Smudge joins in every now and then (when he is not grumbling about the cold on his paws). Luckily we had a number of dog friends staying, so if Smudge wasn’t willing to play (when is he), there was always another dog to play with. Unfortunately all the snow has gone and we are back to walking in muddy fields which is really bad news as we are forever getting ‘washed down’. I am sure it is some sadistic streak in mistress to put us through such trauma two or three times a day. At least with the snow it was a quick wipe down and that was it.
We did get a bit of a walk on New Years day. Master’s Brother came to see us and we took him to Cromford Mill to show him around. The walk along the canal was enjoyable (although Mistress was a bit wary about the ice on the footpath) and at least they sat with us when THEY had lunch rather than just abandoning us outside. We even got a few scraps which kept Smudge happy. Of course we had to go and have a look around the shops over at the mill. I had forgotten what a scary place the mill is. Lots of noise and tumbling water. Not a good place for a dog so I was glad when we got back to the car. I wasn’t so happy when we got home and got hosed down!!!! Is there a law against hosing dogs down, outside in the freezing cold? If there isn’t there should be.