For once it has been a bit warm at Bolehill Cottages. Not that I am complaining but I am a dog with a very thick coat, so it isn’t too good when its too hot. Master did mention something about giving us a ‘No.2’ which didn’t sound good. As you can see from the picture we did get a bit of a clip (master didn’t maim idiot brother any further – more is the pity). So it is a bit cooler. The nice thing about our location is that we always get a bit of a breeze. So if you lie in a doorway you get a nice through draft. I do, however, have to put up with the constant nagging from master “Smudge you are in the way”. To him I am always ‘in the way’. Wherever I go I am ‘in the way’ so I might as well find the coolest spot and stick to it. Idiot brother of course still wants to dash about and generally be a major pain but I think even he was flagging by the end of the week.
We did get taken on a few evening picnics. There was of course the fiasco with idiot brother at Lathkill Dale. We should have just left him. But we did have a quieter picnic at Chatsworth where idiot brother didn’t make such an idiot of himself and he managed the whole picnic without incident. I kept a careful eye on him ‘just in case’. Most evenings mistress and master have just sat outside admiring our view (and drinking some funny thing that mistress likes). We have just lazed about in the sun chasing the odd swallow or two but nothing too energetic.
The weather of course broke over the weekend. Then there was the thunder and lightening on early Tuesday morning. Idiot brother went totally of his rocker. I am not sure what I was more worried about. The thunder or idiot brother disturbing master. In the end master came down to ‘sort him out’. Luckily he was very understanding and we all sat together listening to the crashing and banging. Idiot brother was totally traumatised and couldn’t really be calmed down. Me – I was a brave dog and only got a bit scared when the really big bangs went off. I personally would have chucked idiot brother outside – with luck he might of run off. In the end it all stopped and we could get some sleep. One good thing – idiot brother was so worked up he didn’t eat any treats left for him. So to show how helpful I can be, I ate his too. Mistress was very concerned about idiot brother (I wasn’t), so master talked to a friend, who has a dog like him, and he suggested some sort of herbal potion. We tried it on idiot brother and he was certainly better in the afternoon when we had a few rumbles etc. In fact he was so laid back there was some discussion as to whether we should give it to him ALL the time. I thought that was a fantastic idea – a calm idiot brother – that would be different.