Well it is all over for another year. Did I have a good time? Well yes and no. Of course I had to do the usual stupid pose with antlers on. Why do I have to do that every Christmas? The good news is that I got lots of presents from guests and friends. The bad news is that I was not given them straight away. As most of them were treats, rather than give me them all in one go , mistress is just letting me have one now and then. Seems very unfair to me. After all people have been good enough to give me a present, the least I could do would be to show appreciation by eating them all.
I am trying to work on mistress (waste of time with master) but don’t seem to be getting anywhere. Apart from the food shortage problem over the Christmas break it wasn’t too bad.
I did get taken out for a nice long walk just before Christmas. We went up to Derwent Dams and up onto the moors which is always fun. However, I think I must be getting old as I could hardly walk the next day. Mistress was very kind and concerned but master was just the usual – ‘pull yourself together Smudge’. Anyway after a bit of R&R in front of the fire, I was fine.
On New Year’s day we had a short walk again up at the Dams and then popped into Grindleford Station Cafe where I was ‘made’ to watch everyone eating a massive bacon bap and a bowl of chips. None for poor Smudge though.
Of course we had to do the usual new Years Shopping trip which basically means they go off shopping and I get stuck in the car. To be fair master seems about as bored as me and does keep popping back to make sure I am OK. When he is really bored he sits with me in the car and reads. Mistress usually appears in the end laden down with shopping bags. When we get home I go through a standard routine of checking all the bags for what she has got for me. The result is always the same – Nothing. No one buys anything for Smudge . Actually poor master seems to get the same treatment, so I suppose I can’t complain.
The wet weather has been a major pain. Every time I go out and run around in the fields I end up having to have my paws washed. Now this isn’t too bad if mistress does it but if master does it I get dragged out to the freezing cold outside tap and washed down with the hosepipe. How cruel is that? The only sympathy I get is “take it like a dog”. Mistress on the other hand uses a bucket of warm water and is far more gentle.
I assume some of you have seen me in my debut modelling role. I am the main attraction on the September/October page of a local calendar. I am currently trying to recruit a manager to manage my new career. I am not trusting master as he might not let me have any rewards.