There have been many wonderful things to explore
at the new cottage... and one or two surprises to be honest. After the recent
few days home moving activities, The Owner has been looking a little stiff and
has grumbled one more time than is usual every time he gets up off the floor.
Yes it is the floor, just in case there are any of you wondering if I had
written that wrong and should have said armchair. Struggle as he might The
Owner was unable to get his sofa that I am allowed on through the back door. So
after a while thinking, he announced to no one in particular that he is going
to have a bath. I don’t do baths! The Owner was fiddling about in the one room
downstairs I have yet to explore and then disappeared upstairs, presumably for
his bath. Whilst he was out of the way I carried on my discovery activities
around the new cottage. It was then that I noticed the door to the room I have
yet to explore was left open a little so I stabbed my nose against it and
wandered inside. Well, you could have knocked me down with an empty Bonio box!
Inside was a pond! A big pond, inside the room, and full of water! This was an
amazing turn-out this was! Our very own pond.... and inside the cottage! I
approached the side of the pond carefully. Well you can never be too sure what
is in a pond generally but a pond inside the cottage was worthy of extra
caution I felt. I stuck my head cautiously over the side and noticed it was indeed
full of clear water so I threw caution to the wind and launched myself over the
side. Well, the water was warm and as I spluttered to the surface I became
aware of a certain sense of indignation from The Owner who was now standing in
the doorway wearing only a towel! “Jack Labrador!” he said to me. I immediately
knew I was in trouble, he only calls me that when I am in trouble! “Jack
Labrador, what on earth are you doing in my bath??” His hands are on his hips
so it is really serious now! I was sure I heard him say the dreaded “B”
word.... I did. He followed it up with “Get out of my damned bath!” He did use
the B word! Bath!!!!! I have got into the bath!!! Oh my goodness! Bathrooms are
meant to be upstairs and usually contain cloudy murky water after The Owner has
finished with it. Not clean clear water like this!! Will I ever be able to hold
my head up in K9 circles again? which I am not anxious to
witness!
Sunday, 4 August 2013
The Move
When I awoke this morning, I got up, had a stretch, yawned a little, turned around to lay back down on my bed and it was gone!!! I think this could be a long day. The Owner is carving a solitary pathway down the road carrying boxes with his home in. (And my bed!) I opted to have a snooze on the sofa that I am allowed on in the absence of my bed but The Owner is now eyeing that up with a particularly vexatious look in his eye. Although how he is going to manage that on his own escapes me at the moment. The word tortoise comes to mind.
The Owner cut a solitary pathway backwards and forwards from the cottage to the new home and he was making me feel quite giddy just watching him. So I did the only thing sensible at a time like this and went and had a lay down, except I couldn't, because he had already stolen my comfy cushion and it was in a bag somewhere. So I went to look for another means of comfort when one is in need of a little reassurance but my Bonio bucket was also missing! This is getting more serious by the second!!! But all was not lost; as it got to coffee time and I was getting into quite a lather about where he was going to find a Bonio for me, the door burst open and in walked Owners Cuz TC...... with treats.....for me! And also Owners Cuz IM, but he had no Bonios for me so I have yet to form an opinion about him! Then out of the car clambered a familiar shape, Small Boy emerged and grumbled about lots of things. He must be related in some way to The Owner I am thinking. When Owners Daughter and Diesel Dog Daughter turned up too there was much activity and I opted to go and sit in the garden at the new cottage (not sure why it is called New Cottage as it looks quite old to me) and find a nice sunny spot somewhere. By the evening and when peace had returned once more to our world, order was decidedly absent. The Owner spent much of the evening looking for a cup and the kettle which was of no concern to me as it happens because I had more important things to consider. Like, where was my bed!!??? After a frantic search, assisted by The Owner, I was none the wiser and The Owner took a little pity on me and let me spend my first night ever in his bedroom... Lord that is a noisy place!!
The Owner cut a solitary pathway backwards and forwards from the cottage to the new home and he was making me feel quite giddy just watching him. So I did the only thing sensible at a time like this and went and had a lay down, except I couldn't, because he had already stolen my comfy cushion and it was in a bag somewhere. So I went to look for another means of comfort when one is in need of a little reassurance but my Bonio bucket was also missing! This is getting more serious by the second!!! But all was not lost; as it got to coffee time and I was getting into quite a lather about where he was going to find a Bonio for me, the door burst open and in walked Owners Cuz TC...... with treats.....for me! And also Owners Cuz IM, but he had no Bonios for me so I have yet to form an opinion about him! Then out of the car clambered a familiar shape, Small Boy emerged and grumbled about lots of things. He must be related in some way to The Owner I am thinking. When Owners Daughter and Diesel Dog Daughter turned up too there was much activity and I opted to go and sit in the garden at the new cottage (not sure why it is called New Cottage as it looks quite old to me) and find a nice sunny spot somewhere. By the evening and when peace had returned once more to our world, order was decidedly absent. The Owner spent much of the evening looking for a cup and the kettle which was of no concern to me as it happens because I had more important things to consider. Like, where was my bed!!??? After a frantic search, assisted by The Owner, I was none the wiser and The Owner took a little pity on me and let me spend my first night ever in his bedroom... Lord that is a noisy place!!
The following day The Owner was on his own again
plying his way backwards and forwards with boxes and bags over his shoulders.
Some drivers on the road even tried a cheery wave when they saw him.... but
only the once. With a growl like that as his only response, even I was not
feeling brave enough to try anything for the second time. Although his frame of
mind lifted a little when Owners Daughter and Diesel Dog Daughter arrived and
announced he needed a pint. Now, this pub is near the canal and canals mean
water! However, with his temper only marginally improved by the application of
alcohol, I was not going to chance a quick dip into the murky waters and
settled for safety and sat under his seat out of the way. I sense there is much
to explore at the new cottage but I am not feeling brave enough yet to do so. I
will keep you informed!
The Laptop and The Gatepost
I couldn't help myself this morning and for now
the proverbial doo doo hasn't hit the fan... but it will!
Today is wheelie bin day and assuming it hasn't been melted again by The Owner, it needs to be put out for collection. Whilst the rest of the village remembers to put theirs out the previous night, The Owner only remembers to do his when he leaves the cottage and notices a green forest of the things down the road. So today when it is time to leave we go through the routine; walk out door.... pat pockets.... go back in and get the keys he has forgotten. Leave door.... pat pockets again.... go back in and retrieve phone from the charger and realise he didn't actually turn on the charger last night. Leave door and close this time.... get half way down path...pat pockets... return to door.....fumble in pockets for keys..... go in and retrieve glasses. Don't mock, that's better than normal! We normally get as far as the studio before we realise the glasses are still at home! Returning to the door with glasses he pauses as if in thought and then turns back to get MY laptop, puts it in his case and closes the door again. When we get to the gate I like to have a quick sniff and wee up the gatepost if necessary because the scent is no longer announcing to the passing world that Jack Labrador GD (failed) lives there. So I checked and felt that as there had been no rain last night it could probably go until tonight when we get home again. Outside the gate The Owner realised that ours is the only cottage in the road with no green wheelie bin outside so puts his laptop case down by the post and returns one last time for the green wheelie bin. I was fed up with going back and forth so loitered around the gate and found a suitable bit of hedge to wee on whilst I waited. Whilst wandering absent mindedly past the gate I thought that maybe I may have a quick wee on the post for good measure whilst I had the opportunity. Well I forgot!! Alright? And there wasn't that much wee got on his laptop case! The Owner returned dragging an argumentative green wheelie bin behind him, which was in a particularly uncooperative frame of mind this morning and put it outside the gate. He reached back in and grabbed the laptop and swung it up on to his shoulder. All the way to the studio I was being given periodical glances of an accusing nature but not the onslaught I had anticipated. So far today he hasn't been to MY laptop in his case so hasn't really noticed............. Yet! It is now after lunch and he has a meeting, which is presumably why he has brought the laptop with him. I have left him to it and I am heading for the peace and quiet of the calf sheds. I am predicting an imminent explosion, of The Owner variety, when he picks up the case off his desk. One which I am not particularly anxious to witness!
Today is wheelie bin day and assuming it hasn't been melted again by The Owner, it needs to be put out for collection. Whilst the rest of the village remembers to put theirs out the previous night, The Owner only remembers to do his when he leaves the cottage and notices a green forest of the things down the road. So today when it is time to leave we go through the routine; walk out door.... pat pockets.... go back in and get the keys he has forgotten. Leave door.... pat pockets again.... go back in and retrieve phone from the charger and realise he didn't actually turn on the charger last night. Leave door and close this time.... get half way down path...pat pockets... return to door.....fumble in pockets for keys..... go in and retrieve glasses. Don't mock, that's better than normal! We normally get as far as the studio before we realise the glasses are still at home! Returning to the door with glasses he pauses as if in thought and then turns back to get MY laptop, puts it in his case and closes the door again. When we get to the gate I like to have a quick sniff and wee up the gatepost if necessary because the scent is no longer announcing to the passing world that Jack Labrador GD (failed) lives there. So I checked and felt that as there had been no rain last night it could probably go until tonight when we get home again. Outside the gate The Owner realised that ours is the only cottage in the road with no green wheelie bin outside so puts his laptop case down by the post and returns one last time for the green wheelie bin. I was fed up with going back and forth so loitered around the gate and found a suitable bit of hedge to wee on whilst I waited. Whilst wandering absent mindedly past the gate I thought that maybe I may have a quick wee on the post for good measure whilst I had the opportunity. Well I forgot!! Alright? And there wasn't that much wee got on his laptop case! The Owner returned dragging an argumentative green wheelie bin behind him, which was in a particularly uncooperative frame of mind this morning and put it outside the gate. He reached back in and grabbed the laptop and swung it up on to his shoulder. All the way to the studio I was being given periodical glances of an accusing nature but not the onslaught I had anticipated. So far today he hasn't been to MY laptop in his case so hasn't really noticed............. Yet! It is now after lunch and he has a meeting, which is presumably why he has brought the laptop with him. I have left him to it and I am heading for the peace and quiet of the calf sheds. I am predicting an imminent explosion, of The Owner variety, when he picks up the case off his desk. One which I am not particularly anxious to witness!
The Green Monster of The Deep
Last night I was quite terrified and I even had nightmares about it. Much to the amusement of The Owner of course! It involved a cow trough and a monster from the deep!
Last night as the sun was losing some of its heat and before The Owner found his way to the fridge and stumbled across a "crisp white" that had been chilling in there, we went off on patrol across the fields. It was not our normal patrol, nor was it the patrol down to the lakes that we have done of late, this was a new patrol so there was much to be wee'd up. As we passed through a gate into another very large field I spied a big round cow trough in the middle which I thought may be good for a drink and to climb in and cool down whilst I explored its depths. As I ran at full throttle across towards the trough I could hear The Owner shouting something about not jumping in that one and something about it being full of blanket weed. Well, I felt there was going to be water and I needed cooling off and I like blankets anyway so there should be no problem there. As I arrived at the site of the trough I could still hear The Owner bellowing in the background but I chose to ignore him and barely breaking my stride I leapt into the trough in a most athletic fashion. This was the point where my world turned very green all of a sudden and the monster from the deep attacked me. I struggled to the surface despite its evil attempts to prevent me and dragged myself back over the side but it had got me and was not about to let go any time soon. I thought I ought to check my legs in case it was trying to devour them but I couldn't see them, they were completely obscured from view by the green monster of the deep. What do you do when being attacked by a monster from the deep? You run, that's what! The Owner was waddling across the field but I was not about to wait for him to arrive, I was being devoured! So I ran....and The Owner bellowed.....and I ran......and The Owner bellowed some more. At any moment the monster of the deep was going to devour my legs, I had to keep running! Eventually it gave up and let go of me. I was free!!!! I returned to have a look at it (from a safe distance) and discovered it was a lengthy beast. If you laid twenty empty Bonio boxes end to end it was about that kind of length I think. But without its means of propulsion, which was me, it looked kinda helpless lying there in the field. So I wee'd on it and went to find where The Owner had got to, which was still two fields away as it happens. I have marked that trough down as not one I need to revisit in the future. I never did find that blanket The Owner was on about though.
Last night as the sun was losing some of its heat and before The Owner found his way to the fridge and stumbled across a "crisp white" that had been chilling in there, we went off on patrol across the fields. It was not our normal patrol, nor was it the patrol down to the lakes that we have done of late, this was a new patrol so there was much to be wee'd up. As we passed through a gate into another very large field I spied a big round cow trough in the middle which I thought may be good for a drink and to climb in and cool down whilst I explored its depths. As I ran at full throttle across towards the trough I could hear The Owner shouting something about not jumping in that one and something about it being full of blanket weed. Well, I felt there was going to be water and I needed cooling off and I like blankets anyway so there should be no problem there. As I arrived at the site of the trough I could still hear The Owner bellowing in the background but I chose to ignore him and barely breaking my stride I leapt into the trough in a most athletic fashion. This was the point where my world turned very green all of a sudden and the monster from the deep attacked me. I struggled to the surface despite its evil attempts to prevent me and dragged myself back over the side but it had got me and was not about to let go any time soon. I thought I ought to check my legs in case it was trying to devour them but I couldn't see them, they were completely obscured from view by the green monster of the deep. What do you do when being attacked by a monster from the deep? You run, that's what! The Owner was waddling across the field but I was not about to wait for him to arrive, I was being devoured! So I ran....and The Owner bellowed.....and I ran......and The Owner bellowed some more. At any moment the monster of the deep was going to devour my legs, I had to keep running! Eventually it gave up and let go of me. I was free!!!! I returned to have a look at it (from a safe distance) and discovered it was a lengthy beast. If you laid twenty empty Bonio boxes end to end it was about that kind of length I think. But without its means of propulsion, which was me, it looked kinda helpless lying there in the field. So I wee'd on it and went to find where The Owner had got to, which was still two fields away as it happens. I have marked that trough down as not one I need to revisit in the future. I never did find that blanket The Owner was on about though.
The Owner Needed a Cuddle
I think I may be... well... What is one step down from "un appreciated and in the do-do"? Most of my.... our home, is in boxes ready for the move. And whilst The Owner can still fall asleep anywhere at any time, I, as a sensitive K9 with breeding, find it all a little unsettling. Well, today has been a tad warm at the studio and by tea time The Owner took me to the lakes for a splash around whilst The Owner danced around doing his best to avoid the horse flies. Largely without success if I am honest! We returned to the cottage, via the water trough in the paddock, so by the time we got back I was still quite damp. The kind of damp that still leaves a trail of water on the path behind me where ever I walk. With K9 fed, The Owner poured himself a glass. Of something amber coloured and sat down on the floor to enjoy his drink. Well as I said, I have been feeling a little unsettled. When you feel unsettled you need a cuddle don't you? So I climbed on his lap! I was expecting a negative reaction to be honest but I think he needed a cuddle too. After all his shirt was only very wet on one side. He didn't kick me off either although I am expecting some kind of repercussion at a later date and time. I will keep you informed.
The Owner is Paccking
Owners Daughter arrived this morning along with Diesel Dog Daughter although Diesel Dog was noticeably absent so there was little in the way of demented badger running across the back of the garden and it was too hot anyway. I thought The Owner was going to have a very negative opinion on the whole matter when they started throwing all of his stuff in boxes and taping them shut and then moving the boxes to other places. I found the whole matter very unsettling and kept myself very close to The Owner all day. I did go out with him in Owners Daughters car which was my favourite part of the day. I do cars, but I particularly do cars that The Owner is driving so when we went off to the recycling center I was a particularly happy K9. Me, The Owner, a car and the open road. I had a very good day really, unsettling but good. The Owner caught Owners Daughter with a box and took pictures of her which I clearly didn't find as funny as The Owner did. In fact I didn't understand why he found it so funny. Diesel Dog Daughter was laughing so hard she went a funny colour too!
Just Another Sunday Morning
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I love Sunday mornings! Just saying. I wonder if The Owner has got the snorkers under the grill yet? I think I may stay here for a while longer and then go and see if there is any of his breakfast dropped on the floor. There is bound to be some down the front of his shirt but that takes a little more cunning to get to that. I may have another snooze just here first though.
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