On a cold and frosty morning...

All I have to say is you can jolly well forget it!  My friends would laugh their socks off.

Think what it would do to my reputation as a Big Hunter.  No.  No way.  Not going there.  Besides, purple is just not my colour.


Phew, that was close, but thank goodness Mum got the message.  I agree with Dad that I dont need a sleeping jersey.  If I get a bit chilled in the night I just cuddle up to Dad and he covers me over with my blanket and I'm soon all toasty.


I know she's also got a sheepskin lined waterproof jacket hidden away in the wardrobe, but so far she hasn't brought that out, so we will deal with that when it happens.  Its no good, you know, I am just going to have to stop her going to Pets at Home unsupervised.

It may be cold out, but I run a lot and that keeps me warm.  There was frost on the grounds this morning, ice instead of puddles .. but that doesn't stop me going in the Splash.  Especially if my mate Toffee is there ... what a silly name that is, Toffee, but that is what they called him in the Dog Shelter because he is toffee coloured (or so I'm told, being as the meanies dont give me toffee its difficult to judge for myself).

 This is Toffee.  He is a bit of a mental case (there's a lot of it about, you know).  He discovered a large rock over by the other bank and he is determined to drag is over to this side.

Its big.  Toffee keeps going.  He is not going to be beaten by an uncooperative rock.  He is determined.






It takes a while but he gets it to this side.  I had no idea how he waas going to get it home.  However, his new Dad loves him to bits and said he is going to bring his barrow down and get it home that way.

He may have been a stray, and put in a Dog Shelter, but he knew what he was doing when he picked his new Dad.  Mental yes, daft no, our Toffee.

Awww, come ON, Toffee, my paws are getting cold and I'm out of this freezing water!

.. and this is Finn.  You only have to look at him to know that he is a right nutter. ... but he is just what one needs when the paws are cold and need warming up with a great run-and-chase session.

..and I have no idea who these two are or how they sneaked up on me ... just because I was engrossed in nibbling on rabbits poo and away with the fairies I didn't hear or see them coming.  Quite took me by surprise they did.

Us looking noble to have our picture taken.  Mum says you would never imagine that rabbit poo was on the menu just a moment ago...

Interesting day.

The fields have dried out a lot due to the windy days we have had lately, which means that Dad can take me there and let me run all over the place doing my thing, and I dont come home muddy to the eyeballs.  Those pheasants dont know what's hit them!

It also means that Mum walks further over the meadows when she doesn't have to keep yanking her boots out of the mud.  Why does she bother with those things?  I dont have them and I know I couldn't run half as fast with those silly things on my feet.  Of course, if she didn't have them on she would have to sit on the mat and have her feet rubbed clean when we got home........

oh do hurry up, I've been waiting AGES!

I can run very fast and I get there so quick, which means I have to wait for AGES for her to catch up and open the gate.  Why dont they make gates that Pointers can open?

there's gotta be a rabbit down there ...

This is my mate Mad Eddy. 
He is rabbit crazy.
Totally bonkers.  If he cant see any to chase, he tries his hardest to dig them up, and boy oh boy can he dig! When he does get his head out of the hole - which isn't often I must admit - he can run fast too.  Mum says that he is a bitsof, a bit of spaniel, a bit of something spotty and heavens knows what else.  The only bit missing is the brain.Eddy is friendly and Mum says he is adorable.  When she says something like that she has to give me an extra piece of cheese or sausage so I dont sulk.

Meet the Powder Puff Mafia.:  

Help!  Surrounded!

... and this is only half of them!  There I was, minding my own business (sniffing around the bushes for something interesting) when I turned around and found myself surrounded.  That's the boss (the white one, he's the biggest and he only comes up to my knees if you dont count the tail).  He comes to say hello, the rest just potter about.

All of a sudden this - something - comes up and tries to lick my nose ...

whatever IS it? 

but there is no way it can reach, even standing on  its back legs, so I have to go down to it - not sure what it is, its about the size of a toy, and wearing a woolly jumper ....
then its on its back with its legs in the air .... I didn't shove it, really I didn't, just nosed it a bit and it rolls over ... honest ...



...er ... is it supposed to do that ?                                                                                                                                                                                                   Look, I didn't do anything!  It just rolled over all by itself .... well okay, I nosed it, but didn't shove! 

I was very relieved when the boss turned up and said it was okay, it did that all the time.  Its only a little baby powder puff thingie and its brain isn't working yet ...

Well, all in all, a most interesting day.

6th November

Well, the most dreaded day of the year is over.  5th November.  All that noise.  I dont like it one bit, but if Mum sits on the floor with me and tickles my tummy I forget all about the noise.  So I had a lot of tummy tickles from both Mum and Dad and it was soon all over.  Once I went to bed I didn't worry about a few stray bangs cos I had Mum one side and Dad the other and I was all nice an snuggled in the middle.  So the dreaded day came and went.  No problem.

...and today its windy.  I love the wind, it blows my ears about.  When its windy its exciting and I have to run and run, faster and faster.  Must have gone all around the meadows at least three times while Mum just walked across.  I went too fast for her to get a picture of me.  Its been raining a lot and its a bit muddy, well, ok, very muddy, but I dont mind a bit.  Mum, however, is apt to be a bit unreasonalbe about mud.  

see how pathetic I can look, not that it gets me anywhere!

I have to sit on the mat while I get my paws cleaned.  I ask you, how unnecessary is that?  Besides, there are carpets, I can wipe them myself on the carpets, no problem, but no, she has to have her way and I have to sit on the mat.  I can tend to sulk a bit until its over and I can dash inside to get my breakfast which lovely Daddy has put down for me.  I am Daddy's girl, his Gorgeous Girl he says.




Remember those swans I met some time ago?  Well, I met their Mum and Dad.  I dashed down to the ford for a paddle and there they were, sitting on the water.  I looked at them and they looked at me.  Well, what could I do? I'm a bird dog after all, so I had a little bark -just a little one.   They started to come over to say hello, but I didn't like the look in their eye so I backed off up the bank, on the understanding that *she who barks and runs away, lives to bark another day*.  Smart, huh?

looking for Mum

time to go home

 Last week we had some lovely sunny mornings, but by evening time the mist came down and I could hardly see the nose in front of me.

But the best is the dark-time when, very occasionally, Dad will take me out for an extra walk over the fields.  Its magic, I can sneak up on the pheasants and they cant see me until the last minute.  Dad cant see me either, but he knows where I am by the pheasants sqwarking as I put them up in the air.  They are lazy birds and soon come down again and I get to sneak up all over again.  Love that.




I'm not keen on the mist.  Mum gets lost and it takes me a while to find her.  The whistle helps, but it can still be a bit of a job, so I take her home.

dont bother me now, I'm busy

I have an amazing nose. You wouldn't believe how much information I get from my amazing nose.  I can sniff out so much stuff that I get engrossed in it and you can call me until you are blue in the face and I wont hear you until I'm done.  Even the whistle wont disturb my concentration.

PS :  I'm very good at detecting interesting stuff in waste bins as well.