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Monday, 16 October 2017

Chopped Short!

Home moved while we were out!

I took Mum workywalkies into town and had a shorter walk back. Dad had moved our floatyboatyhome! We are now our from under trees and in the open. Apparently this has something to do with all the huffyfuffy air that is making the trees wag lots. It is better for Mum too as it is lighter and brighter here.

The workywalkies was a great challenge;
'Under the bridge'
'Find upsteps'
'Over the bridge'
'Find right'
'Find the way in'

All done - no problem. Then began the mooching. This way in led to a big indoor shoppyplace......

'Straight on.....no....hang on a minute.....find the door left. Good boy' Sloooooooow plod around while she does that browsing thing.
'Find the door' Yayyyy! but not for long.....
'Find the door right'......and on and on it went.....
Finally, it was 'Find the door outside' .....Aaaahhhh! A tree! Then a bit of a walkies around some streets......then....'Find Specsavers'. Well, I can sniff out one of those, no problem! I did. We went in. Yackety-yackety-yack-yack-yack. Then MORE browsing! Really? They ONLY have eyewindows to search for! Just how much browsing is there to possibly be got ?

Then a snooze on the carpet under the little deskything, while a nice manhuman did some clicketyfingersing stuff and, of course, more yacketying. At least I got some fusses and admirations and Mum's mouth was up at the corners by the time we left.

Then it was 'Find the way home'. That meant going back through the indoor shoppyplace but it was just a straight through - no stopping mission this time. Phew! So, retrace pawprints upsteps, over bridge, downsteps and along the towpath again. That's when I discovered my workywalkies was chopped short! Home was closer! Oh well....that meant that my bone time was sooner too!

Sunday, 15 October 2017

Bone for Pudding!

Cor! That bone is hard work! It is yummy though and I am determined to get through it. Shame I didn't take it with me today. I could have spent most of the day doing it some serious damage. Mum says that wouldn't have been appropriate though. She says that bone crumbs on someone else's carpet would not be welcome. Huffff! So, I simply had to snooze my way through all the yacketying and human noshing. This was at our humanfriends Peter and Fran's home, along with new humanfriends John and Gill, and Leon, (Peter and Fran's grown up humanpuppy). We found them first at church, where I had another carpet to snooze on. It was nice there. There were only 10 humans there and they all sat on chairs in a ring around the room. That meant I got to snooze right in the middle of them all!

I did enjoy the workywalkies back from the church service to Peter and Fran's home. It was partly on never-been-before streets and partly through a woody area. THAT bit was wonderful! The path was far too narrow and lumpy-bumpy and wiggly for Mum to manage to follow my guiding, so I got to enjoy a little freerun while Dad helped Mum. I think it was Dad's talkybone that was telling him to go go that way. Well! I think I need to find a way to have a chat with that talkybone and persuade it to find that kind of route more often!

The workywalkies back home to our floatyboatyhome was a lot easier, although it was on harness all the way. It was simply a leisurely wander along the towpath. A nice gentle end to my working day, then home for dinner! Now - bone for pudding I think will do nicely!

Friday, 13 October 2017


Roxy the Staffie was my playmate of today. A great finale to a day of cruising, lock working, towpath workywalkiesing and freerunning. Hmmm....I think that all adds up to a rather good day!

Roxy was at the last lock we did and I got quite a good time of playing chase with her because there was a big queue of floatyboats going up and down the lock. Mum helped with all the windy-uppy-windy-downy-pushy-pully stuff and that gave me chance to entertain my little doggybuddy. She was great fun; little but fast and a good match for romping around. Once our floatyboatyhome reached the top of the lock, I nipped aboard to fetch a toy to share with Roxy - only to come back out to find her gone! Humph! I just had to play with honkypig on my own! Well....Ok....with Mum but she doesn't really know how to play dog properly!

Photo shows me holding a pink fluffy pig in my mouth. I am looking kind of cheekily slightly sideways at the camera. The grassy lock side is in the background.

Thursday, 12 October 2017

Tall Fuzzy Lurcher!

Guiding Mummy around in a new area is always a good challenge. Today it was even more of a challenge because we went workywalkies all around the village and there are no pavements! I find this very difficult because I am hardwired to keep Mum on a pavement. It was a good walkies though - not least because, when we reached a busy road with no pavements, Mum decided that was not a good route to take, so we did an about-turn and she stopped and asked a manhuman for directions. He directed us to a park! Yippppeeeee! That meant I got a little impromptu freerun! It was only a little one - just across this little park, which took us back to the towpath. We then had a nice wander along there to get back to floatyboatyhome.

A nice surprise awaited us on our return; a visitor! A manhuman that was sitting on the bowdeck yacketying with Dad. Well....that meant he was at my level! That meant he simply had to have an ear-wash! It seems though, that this is an inappropriate greeting for a stranger. Mum 'removed' me from reach! Spoilsport!

He didn't stay for long, but another visitor arrived soon afterwards. He disappeared down the big hole in the back deck though! It seems there is some big toy down there that manhumans like to play with. This visitor was joining Dad in playing with it. It is a very noisy toy! It makes a constant growling noise when we are cruising along. At least then, though, it is a bit quieter with its lid on!

After that, we set off for a cruise. Well....Dad cruised. Mum and I workywalkiesded along the towpath again. We reached the liftybridge and then waited....and waited....and waited...for Dad. He took forever to catch up with us! While we were waiting, Mum used her pawpointer to press buttons to lift the bridge three times, and then put it back down again, for OTHER floatyboats to go through. I just squeaked my protest at aaaaallll the waiting!

Finally, Dad arrived, but then he had to wait for us! A pooch pal had come along with his ladyhuman. He was a very tall fuzzy lurcher and he wasn't interested in playing but it was nice to meet n greet.

The rest of the afternoon was a pleasant cruise with a good few locks to work along the way. Some of the locks were very deep. I had to peer over the edge to make sure Daddy was OK all the way down in the depths! I got a bit more of Mummy's yummy 'recall practice' in while we waited for the water to get bigger and bring Dad and floatyboatyhome up to the top.

Tonight's garden is rather nice! No roads, no trains, no houses anywhere to be seen! Just grass. Lots of grass - all around!

3 photos:
Just my face - peering down into the lock, checking on Daddy.

Me surveying tonight's garden from the back deck as we moored up.

A view of tonight's garden - lots of grass, a golden tree and big expanse of evening sky - oh! and a black bum wandering off into the distance!

Noisy, Roary Trains!

Towath workywalkies - slippy slidy muddy jaggedy rocky towpath so Mum struggled with it. I took care of her though. We made it!

Lots of locks. That included lots of what Mum calls 'Recall practice'. I call it yummy good fun! It means I get to wander off, sniff about, exchange lots of weemails, and generally just do what a dog likes to do. Mum, from time to time, does a peep-peep-peep on the whistle and I come galloping back to her, my bum bounces as it hits the ground and I get a yummy! Today's yummies were well worth racing back for - little bits of delectable Pepperami! MmmmmMMMMMMmmmmmm......

Tonight, we are moored in a place Dad says is called Lower Heyford. Just the other side of the towpath is a track with lots and lots very noisy roary trains whizzing past! We are all cozy inside our floatyboatyhome but these roaring beasties make things rattle as they go by. I'm getting used to it now but it was a bit scary the first few times!

Monday, 9 October 2017

Good Fuss Times!

Mummy's face was a bit like a bulldog's! I don't understand why she went all screwed up like that. It was her choice to do a peculiar thing with her pawcovers.

It all started with a lovely game of ball-launcher fetch in that little park beside our mooring. That was great! Then we had a cruise to the squirtysnake place. So far, so good. It seemed that our floatyboatyhome needed a drink, and the bins there needed to be fed with a couple of bags from our deck. There was also a sort of big bowl thing with a hole in the bottom and a squirtysnake beside it. It seemed that needed to be fed with the contents of the grey box things that go underneath the human spending bowl. All this was fine. I just enjoyed a pleasant liedown on the grass while all this odd stuff went on.

Then I got the chance to go for a little wander. (Mum said I was a tinker of an opportunist - I have no idea what she meant by that!). I followed my nose. There was a very interesting smell coming from among the trees. Mum blew my recall whistle but, on balance I decided that the smell was more enticing than the little treats Mum gives me when I run back to her. My nose led me to discover a sort of human bed and all sorts of interesting yummies. Mum says it was a homeless person's home.....errr....what??? Anyway. It seems Mum was less than impressed with my discovery and she squelched in after me and hoiked me out with a 'Get back to the boat....Grrrr'. I did as bid.....well....I may have just tried to scoot back for another little investigation of my discovery.....I didn't get away with it though! Harrumph!

Very soon after this, Mum removed her paw covers and that is when her face went all squiffy. This squiffiness got worse when she started to use water, froth and a little whiskerstick thing to groom the bottoms of her pawcovers. This peculiar behaviour then extended to squirting the floor with smellystuff and then stroking it all over with a wet cloth. She then turned her strangeness of attention to MY paws! She almost attacked me with a wet cloth but, after sniffing first (Oi! Sniffing is MY job!) she obviously decided that I could be spared that indignity. Phew!

The rest of the day has been generally fairly sedate - cruising and working locks and meeting and greeting doggypals along the way. I think Mummy still loves me. We had some good fuss times while waiting for the water to do its filling up thing in the locks.

Photo shows me with my front paws up on a lock beam.. Mum is sitting on the beam and we are enjoying some fuss time.

Sunday, 8 October 2017

Mum's Been Mean Again. Twice!

These paws are made for walking! And that's just what they've done! They've walked a million miles today! Welll.....OK....maybe a thousand.......welllll.....a blimmin long way anyway! No complaints though! I love it!

Workywalkies to a church - with a very nice carpet to snooze on under the chairs! Lots of minihumans too, so a few crumbs to hoover and lots and lots of fusses and ear-rubs! I'm getting to like minihumans! Then workywalkies back - well - eventually......Where we should have turned right, and I tried to steer Mum right, she said 'find left'. Well, OK then! Left is good. Left goes to Pets at Home......

Huff! We went straight past Pets at Home - AGAIN! Instead we went to a carrot shop. Lots of shops are carrot shops it seems. This one was called Al Dees apparently. I didn't half have to work hard in there keeping Mum from duffing people up with her trolley. It was mega-crowded! I had to weave her left and right and stop her many many times. It seems that, with her little tiny window of lookability, she can look at a little bit of where she is going OR she can look at what she is trying to find on the shelves - but not both! That's where I have to step in and strut my stuff. I steer Mum and the trolley while she searches for all that stuff. I thought I might deserve the big lump of meat that was right at nose level - but just a moment too soon, Mum barked 'Get your shnozzle off that!' Harrrumph!

Eventually, we got back to floatyboatyhome, then floatyboatyhome moved! We have cruised! It was nice to lie on the back deck watching the murky water glide by. I did have to help Mum work a lock too - twice! It was odd! I guided Mum to 'find the beam'. She did her windy-uppy thing with the big shiny bent stick. Then she did her pushy-pully thing to open the gate and let Dad in with the boat. Then, pushy-pully again to close the gate then windy-downy with the bent stick. Down to the other end of the lock and a repeat performance to let the water out and then to let Dad out. That's when the oddness happened; Dad twirled the boat around and brought it straight back into the lock again! So then Mum had to do the whole process all over again but in reverse! After that, Mum and I got aboard with Dad and enjoyed a short cruise. We are moored once again right next to that little park where we were a few days ago. Mum was mean though; she wouldn't let me go play football with the minihumans there! She said I would pop their ball. Well....that's what you're supposed to do with it .... isn't it?

I had my dinner and then got to take Daddy for a leisure walkies this evening.

Now....shove up a bit Mum! I think I deserve more of the sofa tonight!

2 photos:
My front paws - all worn ou.

Me lying on the back deck watching the murky brown water glide by.