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.

The New Toy

thanks Mum

When Mum came home from shopping she bought me a new toy.  This one has five squeekers inside, lovely.  Must admit I go through toys pretty quickly, but I'm having a lot of fun with this one.

anyone watching?

no? I'll just bury this under the sofa.

I like shoving toys under the sofa.  Once I get them

there I can whine and fuss until someone comes and 

gets it out for me.  Then I toss it around a bit - then 

rebury underr the sofa.  I can keep this up for AGES.

I have a lot more patience than the folks - and 

stamina, lots of stamina.   It takes stamina to be

a perfect nuisance - and I, of course, am Perfect.

and pull the sofa cover and cushions off ....

another one bites the dust ... and in record time as well .. under 5 minutes from new toy to empty toyskin and litter .....      

wot new toy?  dont see one .....

Its a tough life.

These funny little mud-mountains have been popping up all over the park.  Mum says they are molehills.  I reckon that where there are molehills there are moles - I would love to meet a mole so I do a little excavating to see if I can find one home ... so far, no luck.

molehill before Cally

molehill after Cally

But I am determined and I just know if I keep digging.....

You know, when you come to think about it, the odds are stacked against us GSPs.  Rabbits and moles disappear under the ground, squirrels nip up the nearest tree and pheasants fly off squawking.  Sometimes life just aint fair.

... did I say that?  I must have known ...... both Mum and Dad have just attacked me with a bowl of suddsy water ... I have been soaped within an inch of my life .... dried and, oh the horror of it - sprayed with groom spray, which is just the equivalent of doggie deodorant!  Oh the cruelty.  Fancy them being so mean when all I did was have a lovely roll in the middle of the field.  Well, yes, there was a trifle of fox poo there, okay, maybe a bit more than a trifle .... but does that justify their behavior?  ... and its not the first time I have been subjected to this treatment.  I ask you, all that fuss because of a totally superficial coating of fox poo.

Oh wait a minute, I think I see some corned beef coming my way ... perhaps life isn't quite so bad after all ....

Wakey Wakey ...

The dog who doesn't do mornings .....

Wakey Wakey .... Rise and Shine












 ......er .... wot?  Do I HAVE to?  I'm nice and
snuggly here ....

.

Awwwww ... Mummm .... did you HAVE to put these pictures on ... how embarrassing is this!!


....any chance of breakfast ... snap, crackle and pop?

All in a day's play.

No-one around to play with, so I make do with the ball for a while.  Gotta do something! I have a whole lot of energy to work off.     










 Oh wait a moment, things are looking up - there's Peanut just arrived.







 





 Hi Peanut.  Haven't seen you for a while, where you been?  Dog Sitter?  What's a Dog Sitter?  Oh, someone who looks after you while your folks go away for a week, and where you have a lot of fun.  That's good, bet you are glad to have them back though.                                                                            

  .. er .... Peanut ... that's MY ball!  Okay, the chase is ON!










Went over the meadows later, and there was this loud chuff chuff noise coming from behind the hedge, over the river.  Then this thing came into view.  Never seen one of them before.  Boy was it noisy, but it was over the other side of the river so I didn't panic.  All of a sudden it made this awful WheeWhoWhistle so loud it made me and Mum nearly jump out of our skins.  But I was brave, I protected Mum (from behind her, of course - I'm brave but not stupid! ).  Luckily it counldn't get across the river so we were safe.

There were lots of people and dogs about, and I met Zak.  Isn't he super.  He's a German Wirehaired Pointer.  Dont see many of them.   Wish Zak lived here, but he was just visiting his folks people.  Zak is only 18 months old and he runs ... and runs ... and boy is he fast.  Neat on the turn as well.  He looks a bit scruffy because he has been in the river - besides GWPs are not as beautiful as GSPs .

                   And I, of course, am Georgeous.  Dad says so.  Come visiting again soon Zak.
                  ... and yes, you guessd, that IS the rolypoly beagle in the background.  He may be a bit
                  ....  er .... generous of figure, but he can still run!  Couldn''t catch us though. :))

Gottago.  Lunch is ready, then a nap I think ...

Good Girl, Bad Girl

Here we are again, at last.  Its been so long I have forgot some of the things I wanted to tell you.  It couldn't be helped though,  Mum's laptop went wibbly-woggly and it took Dad the whole day to fix it.  He said something got fried, but it certainly didn't smell like beef burgers, I like beef burgers.  I also like the slices of smoked pork sausage in my treats bag - I get two every time I am given my medicine.  Tasty.

Must confess I did something when Mum was out shopping and Dad's attention was not on me.  I ate the birds bread.  It was in a dish of water, soaking, and was right at the back of the kitchen worktop.  When I stood on my back legs and reached out with a paw I could just get it hooked on a claw.  So I hooked it over to the edge and ate the lot.  Organic wholemeal is wasted on birds.  Dad was worried, but Mum said as it was soaked with water it would not swell up in my tummy, just give me the runs.  I thought she meant over the fields, until I needed to go poo ..........


Mum started to take a ball with us over the park.  To give me something to do when none of my friends were about for me to chase.  She threw the ball and expected me to run after it.  okay.  great  I can do that.  Then she expected me to bring it back to her.  What for? I played with it for a while, then got fed up and dumped it.   Over the other side of the field.  Mum went and found it.  Human's are so strange, why throw it away if she still wanted it?

I reckon its just as much fun to fish something out of the rubbish bin at the picnic site and play with that.  Mum always puts it back when I've finished with it.  Maybe so it will be there for me again tomorrow?  

I've put this picture of trees in to please Mum.  She goes on about how lovely they look when the early morning sun lights them up.  Well, I ask you, trees?  I'm a girl, I dont do trees!  If I was a boy I'd be more interested.  But there you are, it keeps her happy.

Besides, trees can be a real nuisence.  They are an escape route for squirrels.  I can run much quicker than a squirrel, but I dont stand a chance when they nip up a tree!



I can spin round in circles and bark as much as I like but the dratted things dont fall down where I can get at them.  I'm sure they are just sitting up there laughing at me.  


Saw a funny thing when we went out over the fields in the evening.  Was a bit apprehensive at first, but it didn't actually do anything, so I took no notice and carried on hunting for birds.  Didn't take long to home in on a couple of pheasants.  Boy you should have heard them clacking as they flew away.  They dont fly very high, and one day I am sure I will get at least a tail feather!

Oh well, I'm for bed.  Its quite a tiring job keeping Mum and Dad busy all day.