We have had a few really nice walks recently in the spring sunshine. The first walk we had was one of our standard walks from Over Haddon to Youlgrave , Alport and back to Over Haddon. Mistress always likes this walk as we can look back over the valley to see Bolehill Cottages in the distance. Of course we have to stop in the Pub in Over Haddon for a quick refreshing drink and then wander down the village to the Garden Tea room for mistress to have her afternoon piece of cake and for me to see my friends the Scotties and hopefully to get a treat or two. We had a nice picnic lunch in Bradford Dale and lucky for me master had remembered my lunch.
It was our second walk where I got attacked by a massive vicious goose. We had set of quite early for a walk along the River Derwent up at Curbar . We hadn’t gone very far along the path when all of a sudden I heard this hissing sound from behind me. I turned round to find the biggest bird I have ever seen hissing at me. Master says it was a Canada Goose, to me it was just a vicious set of feathers with a beak. Well I wasn’t going to argue with the thing so I ran back to master. Well of course he was of no use whatsoever as he was just laughing his head off. So I ran behind mistress. She was a bit more sympathetic but hardly a major help. The goose by this time had moved off a bit (but still too close for comfort). Master and Mistress didn’t seem too worried about the thing and started walking along the path to get round it, leaving me on my own. Master called me towards him at which time the damn thing started hissing at me again. Well that was it, I had had enough so I ran past master and on up the path. A near escape I think. The rest of the walk was fine I even got lunch.
The next walk was up on some moors somewhere. This was fine except I did get a bit muddy which didn’t seem to be a problem until we had nearly got back to the car. At which point mistress pointed out to master how muddy I was. This can be a bad thing. Anyway I forgot about it for a while. The next thing master was standing in the middle of a stream calling me. Well that was stupid because I wasn’t going to join him in the middle of a stream – its wet! Unfortunately before I could do anything, mistress had got hold of my collar and was passing me to master. This can be very bad. Seconds later master had me by the collar and my back fur and I was paw deep in water. This was bad enough but the very next moment I was being splashed by freezing cold water (to get the mud off). After a few minutes of this I was let go and scrambled up the bank to be greeted with “and don’t even think about getting dirty before you get back to the car”. Would I? It wasn’t my fault in the first place. I am not the sort of dog that goes looking for muddy puddles. On the contrary I avoid them. Mud just seems to stick to me. So I get the blame.
Oh the other thing that happened recently was my friend Jack came to stay. Now Jack is my kind of dog. He is a Collie just like me (although black and white). We are great friends as unlike most of the other dogs we get visiting us, Jack is nice and ‘laid back’ which suits me fine. So we tend to ‘chill out together’. I did notice he seemed to have lost a lot of weight which is, I assume, down to the fact his mistress is a lot stingier with the treats these days. I hardly got any this visit. When they are here I often hang out around their door to see if she will let Jack out to play so we can go off and just ‘chill’. He is a great friend.