Christmas is coming.

Its beginning to smell a lot like Christmas!  My nose is never mistaken.  So, I'm volunteering for extra kitchen duties.

This is my 'oh do let me help you, Mum' look.  A smiggin of whining accompanies it.  Starting out very quietly and gradually rising in volume.

... and it ALWAYS works!  Mum is a pushover for tidbits.

Dad is a bit harder nut to crack - I manage to overcome his resistance in the end, but it takes a bit more work.

Waiting for Santa.

Fishy stuff

Its been another interesting day.  I have been busy helping the folks to do maintenance on the fish tank.  I do like to get up close and personal with the fishes.  Its quite amazing how they can do back flips and whizz about bouncing off the glass when I just (very gently, honest) bomp the front glass with my nose.  Mind you, I have to do it when the folks are not looking.

The have to watch where they are going when they are carrying full buckets of water about, as I am usually right behind them and I'm not going to be amused if they trip over me as I would probably get wet, and I dont *do* wet.

Must admit that it does look nice now, though.

It is getting dark so early now that sometimes I have to go out for my walk in the dark.  When I gallop off over the field they cant see me, and if its Mum taking me she get jittery cos she doesn't know where I am.  She keeps blowing the whistle and I have to run back and reassure her.  Well, okay, so I get a treat each time, but if I'm on the track of a pheasant/rabbit its a bloomin' nuisence.  So ... she has bought me this bright flashing collar so she can see me in the dark.  Dad says its a bit fairy and wont use it, but Mum has the last word on this cos, after all, bright pink is just right for a girly girl.

Its just that time of year 2

The run-up to Christmas is just so exhausting.

Helping Mum unpack boxes, pulling out all sort of stuff.  Helping with the tree (getting under the step ladder when she is trying to put the star on the top - dont know why she got stressed, it only wobbled a little bit).  Dad is just as bad when he is trying to get down from the loft at the same time as I am trying to get upstairs.  If he didn't put the steps in such an awkward place I wouldn't have to wiggle underneath, now would I?  So its really all his own fault if its wobbled or moved over a bit.  If his legs were a bit longer he would be able to reach it, no worries.

Any way, its all go.  I'll just have a little rest while they fiddle around trying to get the lights to work.

Its just that time of year ..

Oh dearie dearie me, she's at it again .....

I'm going into hiding until she is done in case she decides to put me on the Christmas tree ...

Mind you, I have been helping.  I helped Dad get the boxes down from the loft by walking around the stepladders.  This meant shoving the ladders over a bit cos there is not much room at the top of the stairs.  Dad had to check each time he wanted to get down that the ladders were still there.

I am helping Mum put up the Christmas tree.  So far I have managed to get my nose into every box.  Maybe that is why they say I have the longest, noseiest nose in the business.  I have glitter on my eyebrows and *snow* on the end of my nose.

I am, of course, adorable ..... especially when I glitter.

Christmas shopping

Come on Callie, she says, we're going shopping.

  Now, I'm quite willing to stay at home in the warm with Dad, but it seems that Dad is going too and they dont leave me home alone much.  I dont mind ... I find interesting things to do ... but if they dont want to spend time clearing up after me when they get home they take me with them.  Spoil sports.

So here we are, in the shopping centre car park.  I am not jumping out enthusiastically - neither is Dad!

Oh wait a minute ... that doesn't look too bad.  Maybe I'll come after all.  There are some nice people working in there and there is always a treat behind the check-out counter for me.

Well, I AM georgeous. Who could resist me?

I'm not moving until I'm sure she has seen these.  One - or more - of these would fit nicely into my Christmas Stocking.  Mum, tell Santa I want one of these ....

Now I have it, its Christmas Shopping!  Now that is different.  I can see lots of things Santa can bring me ....

....one of these .... this one will do nicely.

Why cant I have it now?  I dont do waiting .... oh all right then, but make SURE you tell Santa which one it is, I'm quite selective you know, and its THIS one I want ....

Oh NO .... no no no no ...what has she done to me?  I'm a Pointer not a reindeer.!

Whatever will my fan club say if they see me like this??

Oh.. seems I have a new fan.  I like little girls, they think I'm georgeous, but if she wants my attention she had better have a biscuit in her other hand ....

So now I'm collecting fans.  Its these dratted antlers, I'm sure it is ... I'm gonna rip 'em to pieces, tiny little pieces ... just see if I dont ...

Oh, she does have a biscuit ... there are plenty of them in here ... look behind you little girl, there are some real munchies there ...

..... and I'm not moving from this spot until I have eaten every single crumb.


Maybe Christmaas Shopping is not so bad after all.

A nice autumn morning.

 Its really autumn now and the leaves are on the ground - which gives me something interesting to root through, especially when we find the place totally empty of friends to play with. I'm hoping that if we hang around a bit someone will turn up .....

.... and they did!  oh ... a treat? ... well I dont mind if I do.

.... and I can see someone coming round the corner ...

oh GREAT, its Dotty Dora, now we are on for chase.  Spaniels are such FUN.  I like Spaniels.  Few functioning brain cells between nose and tail, but lots of fun.  :))

While I was playing, Mum had gone and got herself in the middle of the prickly stuff that I usually avoid.

She had found nice ripe blackberries.  Now I do like a blackberry or six ......

 ... after eating them, I decided that maybe I could do it myself as it was taking her so long to get a handful for me.... 

...so I had a go at picking blackberries.  Its not as easy as it looks you know, and I got a mouthful of prickles, so decided that Mum could do the picking and I'd just concentrate on eating them for her.

Along came Albert.  He is getting on a bit now at 9+ and is a bit grizzled around the muzzle.  He doesn't do a lot of running around, but he is extremely interesting to chat with, Pointer to Pointer..

Albert doesn't have a tail.  He says it was cut off when he was a tiny puppy.  I am so glad that I have my tail.  I reckon my tail is quite elegant.  Mum says that a white tail on the end of a dark brown back looks like they ran out of the right colour and had to stick on whatever they could find.  Cheek!  Besides, if I didn't have a tail she couldn't call me CallieWaggy.
 

After a good romp over the fields there is nothing quite as satisfying as de-stuffing a toy and burying the remains under the cushions dragged off the settee.

 Dad picks up the de-stuffed stuffing so we dont have a snow storm in the lounge.

I can demolish stuffed toys very quickly.  I count it as one of my chief talents.

After all that activity I definitely need to catch up on a bit of beauty sleep.

The mess is all your's Dad.







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Its a hard life.

Its a hard life.  Have to choose between cushions, bed and sofa for my nap. I get my beauty sleep during the day because I have to keep taking Mum out into the garden at night time so that I can wee.  Its the way my digestive system works so they have had to adapt and get used to it.

Wish she would take that dratted camera somewhere else, its clicking is keeping me awake.