Escaping Neighbours!

There are the neighbours.  There are a lot of baby lambs in there.  They dont have a lot of sense, you know, lambs, but their mum's are quite crafty.  There was one who just would not stay in the field.  It escaped - and its two babies followed it - and we found it half way down our drive.  Me and my Dad soon sorted them out.  Chased them back into their field and shut the gate.

Would you believe they did it again!  But we showed 'em .... back they went.  That sheep-mum got quite annoyed with us and came back and head-butted the gate a few time!

Its Not Stopped Raining!

Its been raining all week, but we really dont mind all that much.  The folks have their boots and macs so its not stopped us going out.  Yesterday we went to Lyme Regis.  I didn't like it much as it was raining hard and there were just too many people about.  Mind you, the pasties were nice.

In fact, I saw a bit of a lady's pasty drop onto the ground.  I nearly toppled Mum over in an attempt to grab it, but one of those dratted seagulls got there first.  Snatched it from right in front of my nose!  The cheek of it.  Mum said they are pirates.  In fact there was a large sign which said 'Please dont feed the seagulls'.  Huh, they are quite capable of feeding themselves, if you ask me.

We didn't stop long cos it was raining very hard and I dont like hard rain, so we went back to our cottage.

Sunny Sunday

Sunday was warm and sunny, so the first thing I did was to take Mum out to find the nearest footpath.  We didn't have far to go, just about 100 yards from Woodpecker Cottage, is a lovely place for me to stretch my legs.  Bet you can hardly see me in this pic as I was off so fast the camera click just couldn't keep up.

Did you spot me?  That dot in the distance is me.  This one is easier - its me nearly back again!

Mum was wittering on about wild flowers, but I was more intested in an intriguing smell....... its not often that I cant identify a smell right away.  Dad says my nose will never go rusty.

Devon grass tastes different, so I have to sample a bit here and there.

I was happily grazing away, giving Mum time to catch up to me (she's terrible slow going uphill, you know, and I have to hang around until she makes it!).  So there I was minding my own business when there was this noise ....

... from the field behind me ...

Baaaaaa Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa


I looked over my shoulder    ...........................

... and shot four foot back in a bit of a hurry.

I honestly dont mind watching them from respectable distance ....

... but, really, it was time for her to take me home - when she managed to stop laughing, of course, honestly some people need to get their sense of humour in order .....

... and later I walked them all the way into Membury along the lane - they call them 'roads' , you know, but Mum says they are more like footpaths with a bit of tarmac thrown down as Dad has had to flip the side mirrors flat to the sides to the car to get through without taking half the hedge along too.  Now that was a long walk and quite tired them out - I, of course, was ready to go again!  Still it was a two-poo-and-a-paddle walk, and therefore quite satisfactory for one day.

Off to the Country ..

They turfed me off the bed at 7.30 on Friday, which I thought was a bit over-enthusiastic of them until I realised that the time had come - we were going on holiday!  Thank goodness for the new wheels - there was room for two of my beds, plus their boots, which meant I could stretch out, roll over, and generally make myself comfortable for the long trip.

We stopped just about every hour so I could have a stroll.  They wanted me to wee, but I wasn't about to do that - a Lady does NOT wee in public.  Mum got a bit anxious, but Dad said "Callie will wee when she is ready".  Right on, Dad.

In one of the places we stopped there was a wonderful smell coming out of a van with a window.  There was a man inside cooking sausages - big long fat sausages.  Mum got one in a bread roll - with ketchup.  I just love sausages in a roll with ketchup so I helped Mum eat her's.  After all, it was much too big for her to eat all by herself.  Dad had a massive beefburger in a roll, so I helped him out too.  Good stop that, will watch out for that place on the way back.

This is the front of the cottage we are staying in.  Its called Woodpecker Cottage.  This morning, from the bedroom window (which goes all the way down to the floor so we have lots of view) we watched a Greater Spotted Woodpecker tapping his way up and down the fence posts of the field next door.  Its real country here.

In the next cottage there are four dogs.  They will have to walk past our back gate to get to the field behind or the little car park, so I thought I would sit here and wait for them.

Its only neighbourly, after all, to say hello.

Its been such a busy day.  I'll just sit here until Dad gets my dinner up, and after that its definitely time for bed.  Tomorrow promises to be most interesting so I will need some sleep if I am to stay on top of the game - and make sure the folks get enough exercise.

Busy day.

Good morning, so nice to meet you.  What good manners you have.  (Mum, what IS it?  Ahhh, a sausage dog, that stands to reason, it looks sort of sausage-y and doesn't seem to have any legs!. )

Dont you go in the river, youngster, you'll drown!

Ya-heee, Dad's mowing the grass.  I help him by running around him in circles until he yells for Mum to come get me.

That's better, they have both gone inside.  Now is my chance to get the brush.  She thought it was out of my reach on the window sill ... she really ought to know better.  I mean, its just asking for me to chew out the bristles isn't it, giving me an interesting challenge to get to it.

Drat! She's seen me.  Brush?? Wot brush? 

The perfect end to the day .

Dad's bar-b-q-ing.  I will sit here and make sure that he doesn't forget my sausages.

Remember I like them well done, Dad, with just a little touch of sauce. 

A Pointer's work is never done.

First things first.  Food.  Mopping up around the bird table is a must.  Those doves are just such messy eaters, and I am a very tidy Pointer (when it comes to anything edible, that is).  Anything dropped on the ground is mine - if I can get to it before Mum.  She picks it up and puts it back on top.  I just dont understand her reasoning, I can clean it up quicker than she can and the doves dont get to throw it off all over again.

Ha! She missed that bit.   There is just something delicious about soggy bread when its meant for the birds and not for me.

Blackbird!  ~~~~Dashing down the garden is hopeless, I never catch him.  Maybe a bit of sneaking will work better ~~~~

Drat!

Oh well, there are other things to do .... like making off with the wood she's put by the side of the little fire thingie ....

... or a bit of digging .... when no-one is watching, of course.  You know, I really can't understand why they dont let me stay out here on my own, there is so much to do ...










.....oops ...

Hey Mum, its dead.

Plumber's Mate

What you doing Dad?

This looks interesting

Can I help?