At last Christmas is over and things are getting back to normal at our Holiday cottages (click here). Mistress is less stressed, master isn’t as grumpy and we are allowed back into the lounge (Smudge had missed his snoozes in front of the fire). Master and Mistress’s friends came for the Christmas period, you know the ones that are allergic to dogs (how can anyone be allergic to dogs), so we were banished to the kitchen. I much prefer to be where the action is and Smudge was terrified there may be some food going spare that he might miss. So all in all I don’t like Christmas. OK we did get some nice treats, and we did get taken out for some walks, and we did meet some nice dog friends in our cottages and we did get some leftovers (made Smudge happy) but that is not the same as being looked after properly and treated like proper family dogs. Kitchen indeed – that’s where cats are supposed to be kept not man’s best friend.
I suppose we did get taken for a few nice walks. On Christmas Eve we got take to Derwent/Howden reservoir for a walk round the top end of the dam and back to Derwent Dam car park. We had to do a lot of waiting around while master went to fetch his car from the top of Howden. We are not allowed in their friend’s car as we might leave dog hair in it (as if). It was a bit blowy but not too bad. I must admit I must be getting a bit old as I did feel a bit stiff in the evening and it was only a 5 mile walk. Problem is we are use to all the ‘stopping to admire the view’ we get with mistress. When we all go for a walk with their friends it is more a walk, no stopping, and we are not use to it.
On Christmas Day we all walked down to the Lathil Hotel (pub) for a lunch time drink. We were left outside in the cold. How is that for Christmas cheer? Lots of other dogs were inside in the warmth. Why weren’t we? I have considered a formal complaint to the RSPCA.
On Boxing Day we were taken for a walk we do quite often. Across our fields, down into Lathkill Dale, along the dale, then up past our picnic spot, along to the Lathkil Hotel for a drink (they sat outside with us this time – I think they felt guilty about leaving us out on our own the day before) and back across the fields to home.
I suppose over all it wasn’t too bad a Christmas. Happy New Year.