Fun and games with my destroyed tennis ball.
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Fun and games with my destroyed tennis ball.
Wednesday, 4 April 2018
MARCH
I finally got my
way - walkies in a big way. Over here in
France I get walkies every day with the Mrs and on this occasion we went on a
long ramble together with the Boss as well.
It was difficult to decide who I was going to obey since they both
accompanied me and both like to tell me what to do…….
In the end I
decided to be very diplomatic and used my right ear for listening to the Boss
and my left ear for listening to the Mrs.
That did cause a few problems as they don’t seem to agree on
many things. For example when we passed
by a boggy area on my right that I had noticed held some exciting smells the
Boss said ‘find him then’ and as I was on the point of heading into
the depth of the marsh area I heard a faint calling in my left ear of ‘noooooo,
not in the mud’.
Needless to say the scents were just too nice to pass up so I tuned in
to my selective hearing mode and dived into the bog and had a jolly good sniff
round. As it has been raining in this area of France for the last three
months, there was a lot of damp area to investigate…. When I returned to see how things stood with
my guardians they seem to be having a very deep and meaningful discussion on
how the Boss could have trained me to have the same selective hearing mode that
he himself appears to have developed.
The Mrs, with the aid of a very wagging pointy finger was extracting a
promise from the Boss that due to his lax control he would be in charge of
cleaning me up. I knew his method of
cleaning me up meant a swim in the lake so with alacrity I sided with the Mrs
and her promise with a very wagging pointy tail. Best of both worlds especially for a
Labrador!
Wednesday, 7 March 2018
FEBRUARY 2018
BERTS BLOG: Look into my eyes, look into my eyes, you want to go out, you want to go out, you want to take me for a walk, you do, you do….. Bother – it didn’t work! Rain, sleet and north wind outside and the Mrs and Boss ensconced in the sitting room with the fire going, the TV showing another incomprehensible ball game and me trying to engage their brains into getting some attention or more precisely giving me some more walks…. Not a hope, especially not in this weather!
Actually I am looking forward to a good rest after the ‘season’, the pheasants are now safely looking for partners and testing their bravery on the roads and even teasing the Boss by appearing in our garden cockahooping in the safe knowledge they are strictly off limits until they become fair game again in the autumn. Such beautiful birds and also extremely tasty. I only mention their delicious flavour because of a recent incident whereby the Mrs invited me into the kitchen area – a pastime not normally allowed – and to share their Sunday afternoon in the sitting room – very special.
It was during the last shooting day of the season when the Boss was given the dubious celebratory task of cooking the Sunday dinner – pheasant – when the said incident took place while he was wrestling the extra fat butter he always uses for cooking out of the refrigerator. Despite me and the Mrs telling him that olive oil is better for him he flatly refuses to eat anything remotely healthy and it was this cursory comment on his internal wellbeing that made him twist round to offer a non-healthy rebuke resulting in a loss of physical dexterity and a number of eggs being knocked from their nestling area in the ‘frig.
After the Mrs had surveyed the damage on the floor and delivered ‘the look’ at the Boss she called me into the normally out of bounds area of the kitchen to clear up the mess (I love her). Carefully licking around the cracked shells which the Mrs picked up, I swiftly and efficiently cleared the floor area of any evidence of the Boss’ little accident. It was then suggested by the Mrs as a reward to me for being so helpful that she and I repair to the sitting room to watch a suitable Sunday afternoon programme which did not involve a spherical object and leave the Boss alone to get ‘cracking’ with the last pheasant dinner of the season by himself. Sometimes she is such a good egg!
Saturday, 10 February 2018
January 2018
The Mrs said she
wanted to continue with my training session as she almost had the cracker
pulling licked, strange I thought, she had it in her hand, not her mouth –
I was the one who had it licked! We
proceeded with another try, this time with it firmly anchored between my teeth. Astonishingly, exactly the same thing
happened again but this time there was a loud crack, paper exploded everywhere
jettisoning the Mrs across the floor along with a pack of small screw
drivers. Much to my amazement, thinking
I was for it this time, I was completely surprised to find that despite this
second inelegant sprawl and the resultant mess, the Mrs seemed exultant and
covered me with pats and praise and exchanged the screwdrivers for the remainder
of the Boss’ turkey sandwich! Result!
Monday, 4 December 2017
November / December
Am I looking
forward to Christmas? – yes I am.
It’s just the thought that makes me feel tired…..all
that unwrapping…… and in the Boss’s
case virtually minutes after he has just wrapped it! Mr last minute shopper… The Mrs, on the other hand, spends the
previous weeks worrying about whether the wrapped is what the wrappee
wanted. I say don’t
worry, it’s the thought that counts. I
tell that to the Mrs every time I bring her an unwrapped stick, never mind the
wrapping it’s the thought that counts. Presents from the garden, sourced with my
inquisitive nose, picked with my delicate lips and quietly deposited near her
with such gentleness she never notices until she trips over them…..Whoops.
Christmas is
always an energetic time of the year for me as it means hunting, shooting,
beating and picking up. The Boss seems
to think I need to reduce my girth and the shooting season is just the way to
do it. I spend all day running, finding
and retrieving and when I am not doing that I am keeping the Boss company when
he is working on the shoot or checking things in the countryside. He sometimes asks the Mrs if she would like
to accompany him to reduce her girth but as far as I can ascertain this meets
with a singular lack of enthusiasm from her and the promise of a chance to cook
his own dinner and/or cancel sky sport.
For now I am
going to sneak a few moments of shut eye and dream of wrapping and running,
of that tree coming indoors, excited
miniatures opening presents and adorning me with decorations and tidbits of
turkey coming my way. I really am looking forward to Christmas –
I wonder if that white stuff will fall again from the sky –
I hope you all have a joyous and peaceful time.
Sunday, 12 November 2017
October
It is not usual
that I pull on the lead, in fact I pride myself on not pulling as the Mrs is
always telling that me if I was a trained guide dog for the blind I would not
be stopping every five minutes to investigate odours, toilet stops or something
that is of no interest to anybody but me, therefore I have learnt that this
model behaviour is expected of me when on the lead.
However…… on a
recent hot day in France investigating a quaint village and looking at all the
architecture and possible future compositions the Mrs may wish to paint I
suddenly noticed a sign which read “Dogs Bar !” and immediately had the same
reaction as the Boss does when he sees the word Bar – I stopped mid stride –
something so unusual the Mrs nearly collided with the Boss as it was she who
had hold of the end of my lead and had her head in the air looking at
picturesque things. Why she doesn’t let
me hold my lead myself I don’t know – she knows I love doing it and I am quite
capable of taking myself for a walk.
On a lot of these
art inspiration walks she usually holds the Boss’ hand who, seeing she has her
eyes on anything but where she is going, stops her from walking into lamp
posts, bollards and tripping up steps.
But on this occasion she had hold of me and I had spotted the Dogs Bar
and pulled on the lead so confusion reigned for a while until the Boss, after a
nudge from me, suddenly woke up and said “what a good idea, lets investigate
this bar……” One beers, a glass of “pink
grape juice”, bowl of water and a thankful pat from the Boss later we resumed
our walk…..
Saturday, 28 October 2017
September 2017
It is morning
coffee time and I am sitting here waiting for mine….. Needless to say the Mrs was a bit put out
that I was in her chair especially as the Boss was having a spirited
conversation with me about the benefits of ball games and whether I liked golf
over football or tennis over cricket to which my reply would have been give me
a tennis ball any time of the day and I would be happy at which point the Mrs
became quite jealous of me being the recipient of so many words coming out of
the Bosses mouth as apposed to the usual monosyllabic replies her attempts at
conversation usually brought forth…..
I now recognise
the word “ball” and can usually find one somewhere in the flowerbeds or on the
lawn or failing that I have been known to retrieve any reasonably sized object
in place of a ball if I can’t find one.
I regularly donate sticks of firewood, stones, fallen apples, slippers,
socks, newspapers and sometimes articles of clothing to the collection of ball
replacements all in the hope they will attract someone to amuse me by letting
me show off my retrieving capabilities.
While we were
having our coffee break our neighbour arrived with what I thought would be some
new playmates but sadly I am only allowed to watch them through the fence with
no retrieving and no playing.
Confusingly they are called ewes but they are nothing like me although
they do have four legs. Their have white
fluffy coats, a bit of an odour problem and spend most of their time eating grass,
baaaa-ing a lot and the little ones frolic and jump all over the place for no
apparent reason. I did try to strike
up a conversation with them to inquire about frolicking but after a while their
responses became somewhat boringly monotonous so now I just ignore them and
have gone back to conversing with the Boss about ball games just to annoy the
Mrs…..
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