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Monday, 21 August 2017

Red and White Stripes...


Vvvvvwoooowoooo......vvvvvwwoooooowoooooowoooo..... that was the song sung to me by Benji the Beagle in the shop that I took Mummy and Daddy to this morning. Benji was doing a fab play-bow to me while he was singing this song. His humanmum, the workyhuman in the shop, was telling him to shush though. I was harnessed so I knew I couldn't play but I sooooooo longed to. I did get to sniff-greet Benji but that was all. I did get praise from Mummy for being a good boy! I suppose that helps a bit to make it less miffing that I couldn't play properly. Apparently two pooches playing in a paint shop would not be desirable!

This came after a walkies across the park and along the towpath, including a delightful, if brief, playtime with a Border Collie, a Westie and a Labradoodle. I had to take Mum to 'find the control box' at the swingbridge. Dad then brought our floatyboatyhome through and we are now moored up almost in town.

The workywalkies continued on from Benji's shop, around town, then to the big dark room with seats and a moving picture wall....Oh! and little crunchy clouds. Well, it had some crunchy clouds when we went in. They were all gone by the time the funny little round things with faces stopped being on the big wall. (Mum says it was called the Emoji Movie. I just thought it was loud but yummy).

My bone seems to have shrunk rather significantly over the last couple of days. I must make sure I get Mum to the red-and-white-striped shop again very soon......

Sunday, 20 August 2017

Friends and Sploshies!


Yippeeeeee! I got to take full advantage of this hugenormous garden!

I took Mummy and Daddy walkies across the park to get to the car to go to church, then back again. I got tethered on my megalong lead for a while. I was a bit miffed about that, but Mum said the fishermen wouldn't appreciate my interference! I would not have interfered! I would simply have helped them by dealing with the yummies that they throw into the water. I would have been far more efficient at the job than they were! Huff!

After a while though, they packed up and went so I was released. Mum started off by playing ball-launcher fetch across the park. I humoured her for a couple of throws then grabbed my chance and zoomed off, ball in mouth, into the river! Heehee! Mum then brought out my swim-fetch toys and did a good job of tossing them into the water for me to go fetch back.....many many many times over! I did a proper good job of getting her nice and soggy too - not just a big shake but a full-on rub around her back legs! Heeheee! I think those things she calls Jeans look much better in the darker blue shade!

I was just beginning to get tired from all the swimming when I spotted humanpals coming across the field. I raced over to greet them but then didn't seem to keen to fuss me! 'Eewww! You're all wet!' is not the most endearing of greetings is it? Huff!

Gradually, throughout the rest of the afternoon, many humanpals from church arrived - and a pooch pall too - Bella the tiny Springer Spaniel who brought her humans Mark and Bev with her. It was a fab afternoon. I got to play duck-and-dive with a biggish minihuman who thought he could get my ball off me. No chance! I can duck and dive much faster than he can! It was great fun though! It seems that all these people came to make sure we are leaving! There were lots of those strange humanhugs things going on! I just enjoyed the freedom and relaxation! Even when the sky started leaking!

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Team Towpath Back in Action!

Holibobs over but happy to be back, especially as I've got a huge new bone and we have cruised to moor in the bestest place in Newbury!

I had to wake Mummy and Daddy up this morning. my stomach was eating me from the inside out! I was soooooo starved! Mum says the tickydisk said it was 9.30. That means my breakfast should have been two whole hours before! Well....OK..... I needed a wee too ......but.....I was proper starving! I'm sure I should've got at least double portions for the delay. I didn't though. Hufff!

Having just about survived that starvation, I took Mummy workywalkies. Back on the old stomping grounds I really wanted to check out all the local gossip in the weemails, but she wouldn't let me get away with many sniffs. Huff! I did manage to sneak in a few though - at strategic gossip hubs. I even managed to exchange messages at a couple of them! It was a good walkies into town. The most important stop in the town centre was the red-and-white-striped shop where Mum got a backpack full of torture including sausages. Most importantly though, she got me two nice big bones! Yippee! Next stop was a good one too; Pets at Home! Yessssss! Hoovering just had to be done in the Pic-n-Mix aisle - it is important to leave the place clean and tidy! My supply of treats is now replenished. Life may now continue! The third stop was Lidl where Mum got me guiding her alongside the trolley. She got carrots! All is good with the world!

At the checkout I got to 'hup' to meet n greet my buddy Jerry at the checkout. I like Jerry, he does good ear tickles! Daddy met us in there and so we got a lift home in the car with all the shopping.

We stayed home just long enough for Mum to put the shopping away and for me to make a start on my yummy bone! Then we went off out again in the car to Beeancue. We went into the garden bit, but Mum wouldn't let me water any of the plants! Instead Mum and Dad put loads of little boxes of colourful nose-ticklers into a trolley and then we took them home in the car. They are now all on the roof of our floatyboatyhome! How weird are these humans?!

Daddy connected up the squirtysnake and squirted it into the hole in the deck. Then when the deck had drunk enough, Dad used the squirtysnake to water the roof - and he tickled it with a bristlestick too! (yep! definitely weird!). The water was pouring all over the back deck. I kept my bone and me safely inside!

Once all this peculiar behaviour was finished, we set off cruising. That meant that Team Towpath was back in action! Yayyyy! Workywalkies along the towpath working the locks and the bridge! That is what Mum and me are meant to do! Just 2 locks and the one swingbridge, but it was great to be back doing our thing!

Now, we are moored beside Northcroft Park once again! I may have got just a tad excited as we arrived! I may just have squeaked a bit! Errhemmm! Oops! Ahem! I was a bit miffed though when Mum tethered me! She muttered something about not wanting a soggy doggy tonight...... I don't know what she could possibly have to worry about! I wouldn't dream of getting soggy.......I might think about taking a dip...... but that's not really getting soggy........Meanie Mummy!


Photo shows me - just the top of my head - nose downwards - munching a huge knobblyknucklebone on turquoise rug.

Friday, 18 August 2017

Squished! Several Times!


HOME! We made it! What a day!

We were forever and ever and ever on buses and trains. It started with a bus ride from almost outside our kennelblock in that HeadinBurger place, then a short workywalkies weaving through the oceans of human back legs again. Next came a brief ride in one of those magic boxes (the ones that change the outside while the doors are closed, so, when they open again we are somewhere different). Then came the forever train ride. It was a mega squishy train ride. Not a comfy train ride. Mum and Dad were a bit stressed because several manhumans were rather unfriendly and unhelpful at the station and getting onto the train. instead of getting to sit in the disabled people's seats, where I get space to lie down properly, we were squished into a tiny place. There were just the two seats for Mum and Dad and I had to squidge myself into the tiny space underneath the seats as best I could. There wasn't really room for a labrador under there though, so I had to spill out into the space where Mum and Dad's back paws belonged. This meant that we were all very uncomfortable for the whole 4 and a half hours. Mummy and Daddy were not very happy and that makes me sad too! We were all very glad to get off when we reached that crazy busy London place.

It was great to get out and do a little workywalkies to find the bus stop (and a tree! Phew!). The bus journey was a bit squashy. I had to squeeze right up onto Mum's back paws to allow a minihuman's wheeliesieat to fit in the space with our wheeliecases too. It was OK though. At least I could sit upright, which is more than i had been able to do on the train!

When we got off the bus, we were at another train station. This one is apparently called Pawdington. I took Daddy for a brief walkies while Mummy stayed to look after all the bags. He made me sit beside this strange hard teddybear with a hat on. Then by a bench seat with the same teddy on it. This teddy was eating but it didn't smell very interesting. Apparently this Pawdington Bear is very famous!

The final train journey was a lot nicer. There was a nice manhuman at the station who helped us to get into the posh seats. I had space to stretch out in comfort under the table! Yippee! Mummy and Daddy were happier too. When their mouths go up at the corners it makes me happier too!

At the end of aaaaaaallllll this journeying, I got to workywalkies Mummy all the way from the station to our floatyboatyhome in its floatyboatykennel. Daddy came with aaaaallll the baggage in a taxi. We arrived at the same time!

It is good to be home! We have had a huge adventure and it has been fantabulous. But it is good to be home.

Sofasnuggles time! Most definitely! Mummy......legs please....pillow needed here.......

3 photos:
Mum and me in front of the big red train that had us all squished up. This in on the platform at Kings Cross Station.
 
Me beside the very hard Pawdinton Bear.

Me by the seat with Pawdington Bear on it.

 

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Well Chuffed, or Well Choo'd (Chewed).... ?


Steak! I got steak! YuuUUUuuummmmyyyy! It was only a tiny morsel. Mummy saved it for me from her dinner. She said it was a little treat for our last day of hollibobs. It was super yummylicious! I think I rather like steak!

It was at the end of another day of lots and lots of guDug..guDug on the trains and lots of bumpety bumping on buses too. We got a bus from our humankennel in Avoch (pronounced Ohch) to In The Mess, then I took Daddy walkies (well, a dog has to do what a dog has to do!) while Mummy looked after allll the luggage. Then it was workywalkies to the train station and onto the guDug...guDug. Apparently, it should have taken us all the way to this Headinburger (I think I would prefer a burger in tum!) place. It didn't though; it stopped in some place called Pawth and the grid on the ceiling told us that it wasn't going any further. Something to do with no driver. So we had to get off and go to the other side of the station, wait a bit (a welcome chance to take Mummy workywalkies to find a suitably dry tree that needed watering), and then get onto another guDug..guDug train for the rest of the journey.

We finally reached HeadinBurger and then it was more workywalkies to find a bus. There were humanlegs everywhere! It was waaaaaay crazy-busier than last time we walked that street. I had to work my paws off looking after Mum and guiding her through it all! It was a good challenge! When we got on the bus, I found Mummy a seat and we set off. A couple of stops later, a very wobbly manhuman got on. He was talking all burred and couldn't stand up properly but he made a super fuss of me in between all his wobbles! Mum says he was sozzled. I just thought he was nice....

The bus dropped us off in a place we've never been before and we had to find our new kennelblock for tonight. I was glad to get to our kennel - it was past my dinnertime! Mummy sorted that out for me and I wasted no time in dealing with my bit of the duty. Then it was off to the human yummyery downstairs. I enjoyed the snooze without the guDugging while Mum and Dad noshed. That bit of steak was just the perfect wake-up though!

Afterwards, I took Mummy and Daddy workywalkies a little way along a very busy road and then we found a parkyplace. Well....it would have been so wrong to ignore that wouldn't it? Ooooohhh! I did enjoy that little freerun! All along a path beside a stream - and I was nice to Mummy - I did manage to 'stay out of the water'.....just.....it almost dragged me in but I thought I would show Mum that I do know what the recall whistle means!

Now....If I get a little tiny bit of steak at the end of a big hollibobs like this one......would I get a big bit of steak at the end of a little hollibobs?

2 photos
1 me trying to snooze by Dad's back paws, squeezed in behind our big wheeliebag
2 Me sitting looking very hopefully at Mummy coz she opened the purple backpackbag that I know had my treats in it!
 

 

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Trapped and Frothed!


Furbal Essences Beautiful Ends! Alledgedly this is a much more acceptable aroma than FishRot Essences. I hugely disagree but do I get a choice in this matter? NOPE! I got frothed! Mum lured me into the warm rain box here in the humankennel. She got in with me then shut the door. I was trapped! She even kept the door shut when she told me to 'big shake' so I couldn't even reap my revenge by decorating the whole room!

Haarrrrruuummmpppphhh! My ends smelled peerfectly wonderful after that delightful discovery on the beach! That warm wet frothy assault was quite uncalled for!

Mum says she is trying to work out how to wrap me completely in something called Clingfilm when I go freerunning so that she can just peel off whatever I roll in. Heeeelllllppppp someone please!

Monday, 14 August 2017

Grott Bags!

Soggy Doggy Day.

We went workywalkies to the bus stop, then rode on a big bouncy bus for a long way (Dad says the buses are coaches around here - that's why they bounce extramuch). When we got off we were apparently at some place called John O Grotts. Well the leakysky was very grotty! I like water when I can get into it but when it tries to get into me it makes my head and tail hang down all sad. Then the water drips off the end of my nose.

We went inside as much as we could - into shops and yummyeries. Mum asked me to 'big shake' outside each time before we went in. I was a good boy and did do a big shake when asked to but I thought it was a bit mean. A big shake inside is much more satisfying when there is lots of stuff to decorate with spatters.

We were meant to be going on a big bobbyboat to check out the wildlife apparently. We didn't go though because the manhuman said the weather was too bad. So, we went into a final yummyery, where Mum and Dad both had pointy things with cold slurpystuff on top. I sat very patiently at Mum's paws and waited. I may just have left a little extra puddle on the floor in front of me coz that little pointy thing made my mouth drip rather seriously! Mum surrendered to my gaze of starvation and let me have a taste of the end of her pointy thing. Oooooooohhhhhh YYYUUUUUMMMMMM! Maybe she does love me......

The long bouncy bus ride back ended at a biggish Tescos - the most important bit of workywalkies of the day: We got me some more food! Well, thank Tescos for that! I don't want to run out of nosh!

Mum says I still have workywalkies to do this evening. Apparently we are going to one of those places where noisy moving pictures happen on the huge wall and there are little white crunchy clouds to hoover from the floor.......

Photo shows Mum, Dad and me beneath a sticky-up pole with lots of sticky-out sticks on top. Apparently it says John O Grotts on top. Mum wouldn't let me send any weemails at that post! 'Inappropriate' She said. But it is clearly a very strategic point for humans (loads of them were using one-eyed-clickyboxes at it). So, if it strategic for humanses then why can't it be strategic for pooches too? Huff!

Injun Buffy!

Positive guiding! That's what Mum says I'm doing super well at! Well! I can take that praise thank you very much. I'm just enjoying doing my job in new places. It is all much more exciting and interesting than plodding around the same old familiar streets. Everything smells so different here! Even Mum says so! She says the air is clean and fresh. To me it is carrying a million different stories and I want to read them all!

Today we took a very short workywalkies to a pointy church where I got oodles of fusses. I think it was a bit of a happy novelty having a pooch in the pews!

After that, we went for a bit of a wander around town, then back to our kennel for a brief while. Then Mum stayed to rest her paws and to deal with some clicketyfingersing stuff while I took Dad for another exploring session.

After my dinner, we set off workywalkies again to find a human yummyery. It made my mouth do some serious dripping. It smelled soooooooo good. It must have been good - Mum failed to drop anything more than a couple of those tiny white long dots. I dutifully hoovered them but they were not what I was smelling! Mum said it was called an Injun Buffy or something. There were some big round crunchies called poppadogs. She even failed to drop crumbs from them! Huffffff!

I endured that torture just long enough to get me out for a much needed wee, then another workywalkies leading to a very welcome freerun beside some huge crumbling building beside the rocky beachplace, and with some delicious long grass all along the way. Mum says she hopes it will sort out my parpy problem! I don't know what she means! There is a bit of a nasty niff that keeps drifting around but it is fine if you just move away! Mum blames it on the beach-cleaning that i did yesterday when I went off on a mission across the rocks. It was tasty but I'm not telling what it was. That is my secret. Anyway - what has yesterday's snacking got to do with the niffypuffs today?

The freerun ended when I had to go back to work to guide Mum back to the kennel via a long road with no pavements. We stopped off for a bit of a rest on the pawmenade where we sat and watched the hotball fall down the sky. Well....Mum and Dad watched it rather more than I did. I was rather more interested in watching the pair of Samoyeds walking about across the way!

Photo shows Mum sitting on the pawmenade wall with me lying beside her with my front paws dangling over the edge. Mum is gazing out to the ocean, my head is turning hard to watch over my shoulder.

Sunday, 13 August 2017

Bye Bye Bobby!

The adventure continues!

Bye bye bobbyboat. Hello long bus ride then long train ride. Worth it though...... we are now apparently in a place called Thurso, in another human kennelblock. After arriving and getting bags all into our kennel, we set off for a welcome workywalkies explore. It led us to a BEEEEEEAACH!! YAYAYAY! Big flat sand for big crazy zoomies! Ooooh! that was good to do!

6 photos of me on Thurso Beach:
1 There is beach to my right
2 There is beach to my left
3 I shall choose THIS pebble
4 I shall dig it and dig it and dig it
5 I shall dig it some more....
6 killed it!






Friday, 11 August 2017

Bibbly Bobbly Boat!


Loch Oich Oik! That's what Mum called me! Or, she said maybe it should be Oachley's Loch Oich.....Whatever....... It was a tad chilly but worth it! Just a few ball-fetches and then off for a nice leisurely freerun along a track through the trees. That meant loads of weemail exchange opportunities. I'm getting to grips with the lingo here now.

All that was after a very lazy snoozy morning in our very bibbly-bobbly bobbyboat. The sky was very leaky and the air was super huffy, so bobbyboat was bibblybobbling all night. We were OK inside though - it was just a bit jiggly and noisy.

We went for a bit of a cruise across this Loch Oich again today after the air stopped huffing so hard. It seems it was a journey for Dad to use his one-eyed-clickybox. That meant I got another leisure walkies! No complaints there!

We are now back at the bobbyboat kennel where we started and I took Daddy out again this evening and we came back to find Mummy had packed everything into bags and wheeliecase again. it seems this is our last night of bobbyboat holibobs.

I was super helpful to Mummy this evening. She was doing something she called making-a-packed-lunch. She opened little round things of tuna. The smell made me drip very seriously. Mum needed to drain the water out of it and the only place for it to go was my bowl! Well....it just had to be disposed of didn't it? Yummylicious! Then, when she had finished there was a round mixing bowl thingy that needed to be washed up. I did a very good and thorough job of it! Mum says I am seriously spoiled. I thing I was simply being super helpful! Sluuurrrppppp!

2 photos of me swimming in Loch Oich. In both, I have my new yellow big ball in my mouth. in one I am sideways on with reflections in the water beside me. In the other I am facing forward with sploshes of water droplets spraying up above my nose.
 

 

Thursday, 10 August 2017

Bobby Booby Bobby!


Nope! Can't find this Messie Monster. I've searched and searched today.
 
Apparently it was my last chance before leaving Loch Mess. I had taken Mummy workywalkies to the frothysloshmachine room and we had a few minutes to wait for it to finish sloshing all the fursubstitutes. There just happened to be a beach right beside the building. Well.....I couldn't waste the chance for a dip could I? So, in I paddled. I looked and I blew bubbles and I even had a bit of a dig in the pebbles under that chilly water, but no Messie. That puddle is a bit big though - maybe Messie was on the other side......

We have bobbed away from Fort Augustus in our little bobbyboat. It really did bobbabout too! That water was lumpy bumpy today! We are now moored up beside some funny little tiny pointy-roofed shed-things (apparently they are human hollibobs kennels) and our bobbyboat is bobbing and wobbling well in the huffypuffy air and on the lumpybumpy water. We are safe and cozy inside. Mum's lap is great place to be to snooze away the bobby-bumpings.

5 photos - 4 of me searching for MessieMonster and 1 of the funny little pointy-roofed human hollibobs kennels.




 

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Big Non-Bobbyboat!


Little boat. Big boat. Workywalkies. Freerun. Paddling. Snoozing. A varied day methinks!

From our little bobbyboat, we went workywalkies around town, then got on a huge big boat. It was a little tricky guiding Mum onto it but I did it and then took her 'upsteps' to the top deck. There were lots of humans up there all on seats. Mum and Dad stayed stooded up most of the time. I just found myself a spot in the warm rays and laid down on the deck. The big boat took us out for a tour of this end of Loch Mess. There was a manhuman doing a load of yacketying - very loudly! He was telling everyone about some messy monster or other. I saw no such monster but I did enjoy a few moments of fuss from him and his ears were yummy too. He seemed to enjoy having them cleaned out! Daddy did a huge amount of one-eyed-clickyboxing. I think he was trying to find that messy monster thing.

After that we did some more workywalkiesing - just wandering around town and around the huge locks. Mummy and Daddy tortured me with smells of yumminess as they sat on a wall munching little yellow sticks from a box. Humph! The next bit was lovely though; a freerun along the side of the canal - on the non-towpath side. There was a million sniffings to be sniffed and many many important weemails to check out too. There was also a couple of passing buddies to meet and greet, and, of course, a couple of places where I simply HAD to go in for a paddle. Well.....I just HAD to! I almost got brave enough to actually swim but the rocks under the water suddenly disappear from under my paws and I didn't fancy plunging off. We did a bit more of that 'admiring the view' thing too. To me, this just seems like a waste of freerun time - and a different name for Mum-and-Dad-sit-down-for-no-apparent-reason! Still, it was a bit of a chance to dry off!

When we got back to our little bobbyboat, it was really hot and so Mum and Dad sat out on the back deck for a while. I enjoyed this time of stretching out and absorbing the rays from the blazing hotball in the sky.

2 Photos
Daddy with his one-eyed-clickybox, on the big boat, trying to find MessyMonster.

Me lying on the grassy bank of the Caledonian Canal, gazing out across the water and mountains beyond.
 

Another Guide Dog Buddy!!!!


Woohoo! That was the bestest visit to a church ever! It was a short workywalkies up a little narrow twitten and around a couple of the tiny steep-hill streets of this Fort Augustus place. It was a tiny weeny little pointy building with wooden bench seats inside. None of that mattered though - what mattered was that I MET A FELLOW GUIDE DOG BUDDY IN THERE!

Her name is Willow and she is a red-fox labrador x retriever. We didn't get to play or anything proper like that, but it was just fantabulous to meet a colleague! We did have a super good meet n greet sniffing session. Then our humans were a bit mean and separated us during the humanhowling and yacketying stuff. They muttered something about not wanting us to disrupt things..... But, afterwards, we got to meet and greet again for a good while outside, while our humans did a load of yacketying.

The rest of the day has been largely lazy, but with a bit of workywalkies around the town. We went into a little shop where I almost managed to snaffle myself a new toy......blimming noseband prevented a good enough mouth-hold though! Inside there was a little kind of room off to one side where we went for a look. It was all kind of dusty-fusty in there, with all sorts of old things around. There was a ladyhuman lying on a sort of bed thing. She was lying very very still. I wanted to go check she was OK but Mum wouldn't let me. She said it was OK, just a model and we were not allowed beyond the rope. I just had to sit there and pose for Daddy's one-eyed-clickybox.

This evening, we set out for a walkies but only went a little way - then ended up on a different bobbyboat. I got some lovely fusses while Mum and Dad did a huge amount of yacketying with the nice manhuman and ladyhuman on that bobbyboat. It was nice - but I was glad to take the long route back to our bobbyboat - even with a leakysky.

3 photos
2 of me with Willow outside the little pointybuilding church.
1 of me sitting inside that funny little dusty-fusty room.


Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Flooded Grass!

I got one. I got one. I got one! I got a haggis! Yeayhayy!

Dad says that Haggis is yummy - this one isn't! But it does have a wonderful squeak!

Today has been fantabulousfandabbydoozee!

I got a huuuuuge freerun! Yayyyyy! 5 miles of it! - well.....Mum's talkybone thingy told her she had walked 5 miles - of course, that means that I ran and sniffed and rolled and ran back again probably double that distance! It was wonderful! We went aaaalllll the way along the towpath from In The Mess to where the canal meets the ocean, and back again along the other side.

I got into a great boxing match with a GSD called Oscar, I swam and paddled, I ran and chased, I got to grips with a lot more of the local weemail lingo, and just generally had a great time while Daddy did my job of looking after Mummy. Actually, most of the way the path was really good for Mum to be able to navigate so it was a nice relaxed time all round.

After the boxing match came a time of lie-down to chill and admire the view of the bay. That is a ginormous river, and there was a ginormous bridge going over it jsut a little way along from us.

I also got have a bit of a swim too. Well...it would have been so wrong for any self-respecting Labrador to miss out on such opportunity wouldn't it?

After all that I was just about ready to lie down on the sunny back deck of the bobbyboat as we bobbed across that Loch Mess thing. It went on forever! It got a little bit bibbly bobbly at times too when other big boats went by. When we finally arrived at our mooring below the locks at Fort Augustus, I was VERY relieved - that tuft of grass is now flooded! Phewwy! Also, it was waaaayyy past my dinnertime! I don't know how I survived!

This evening I took Mum and Dad workywalkies to find their dinner in a yummyery called The Bothy. It smelled sooooo good. I may have left Mum with a slightly damp knee! Oops!

I then had to take Mum to the warmrain room, where Dad and I left her to froth and spray while we went for a leisurely wander around town. Then I took Mummy back to bobbyboat while Dad went for a frothattack.

Now, if you will excuse me, I do believe that Mummy's lap is in need of a black furry sleepyhead on it.....

Photos captioned individually.
 
I got a haggis!
Close up of me holding a grey fluffy haggis in my mouth. The canal in the background.

Freerun bliss
Me standing on the grass beside the very wide towpath running between the Caledonian Canal and the estuary at Inverness. There is a big wet patch on the tarmac - that was where I did a big shake after taking a dip!

Boxing with Oscar the GSD.

Boxing 'hug' with Oscar the GSD.

Lying down on grass admiring the view across the estuary, the big road bridge in the distance.

Loch Ness Munchkin.
Taking a dip in the clear water of Loch Ness. I couldn't manage to drink it all!

Zonked on Mum's lap on the sofa inside our bobbyboat.
 

Monday, 7 August 2017

In a Mess...


Loch Mess. Apparently it is supposed to be something special. It just seemed like endless bobbing about to me! That is where we have spent most of the day - bobbing about on Loch Mess. Some of it was big bobbings too - when other floatyboats went past. Those big bobbings woke me up! Disturbed my beauty snoozings! How very rude!

All that bobbing about has brought us to a slightly familiar town. Mum says it is called In The Mess, or In The Nest or something..... It has meant a good long workywalkies whatever it is called. All the way into town, around town, to a human yummyery, and a bit more around town, then into Tesco's and then back to our bobbyboat. It was great to strut my stuff! I even managed to woo a scared manhuman in the yummyery. He got brave and stroked me - twice! Am I really that scary?

2 photos of me 'enjoying' the scenery of that Loch Mess thing - through my eyelids!
1 on the raised platform bit under Dad's seat, with my paws dangling over the edge
2 on the seat by the window. I looked out for a while.....
 

 

Sunday, 6 August 2017

Glad to be of Service!

I can be helpful to Mummy even when I'm snoozing!

Photo shows me lying beside Mum's leg, with my chin and muzzle pointing upwards. Mum's crowshaving thing is beside my nose and the ball of purple long skinnytail is nested into my neck so it doesn't roll away.


Saturday, 5 August 2017

Crow Shaving...


The hotball tried today. The sky stopped leaking for a little while. That meant that I got to enjoy a lazy lie-out on the bouncy floatyground at the side of our bobbyboat for a while. It was nice just watching the world go by.

This morning a nice manhuman arrived and lifted up the back deck of bobbyboat. He then did a whole load of twiddlytwisting stuff with shiny sticks and other strange toys. I took Mummy workywalkies to the shop (she was good - she got carrots!) and he was still twiddlytwisting when we got back. Eventually, he put the boat back together again and it started rumbling. Then he gave me a lovely big fuss and went away again.

When we were workywalkiesing, Mum was doing a very strange hoppity-thump kind of walk. It seems her paw is ouching her still. So, this afternoon, I took Daddy on a lovely long leisure walkies and we left Mum to put her paws up and do a whole load of her weird crow-shaving thing with long skinny tails and a little shiny hook stick.

Bobbyboat hasn't moved today - it seems we are staying put in this Fort Augustusususus place for a bit longer.

Friday, 4 August 2017

I think I was had!


Soggy doggy day....aaaaaallll day! I have had oodles of towel rub sessions! Heehee! It clearly pays to sit out on the back deck in the skyleakies! Mum and Dad have been all huddled up in the inside driving bit. I don't get why. My fur has dripped perfectly well all day. I am quite dry underneath it all.

At one point, Mum got me all waggy and excited. She put on her outer fursubstitute layer. The one she often puts on just to go out. My tail sank again though when she just sat down again. She said we couldn't go walkies when we were in the middle of a loch. (I think that is local lingo for these big puddles). Duh!

Thursday, 3 August 2017

Daddy Scoffed the Lot!

I need a 'Do not Disturb' sign! There I was, all snuggly snoozing and got dragged out of bed! A manhuman arrived shortly afterwards and did some twiddly twisty fixy things in the human spending room on the bobbyboat. It seems it was not supposed to be washing the floor! It isn't any more.
Then another manhuman lifted up the floor of the back deck and took out two big block things then put two new ones in and attached long tails to them. Apparently they should make things like pooters work better. I just enjoyed the fusses from the manhumans. I also got to enjoy a couple of leisure walkies around the boatkennel place while they were doing their stuff. One of these walkies included a brief but whizzy game of chase with a lurcher puppy named Barney. It was all a bit brief though, because apparently Barney's humanmum was terrified that Barney would fall into the hugenormous lock. He was super fast! I don't think I could have kept up with him for long anyway!

Eventually, the workymanhumans finished and we got off to cruise again. We have done a few little distances with stops in between today. One of those stops included a workywalkies to a tiny shop and then along beside a megabusy road. At the shop, Mum and Dad got cold slurpysticks. Dad scoffed all of his but Mummy loved me. She ate all the brown stuff off the outside but then saved me a bit of the yummy white cold inside bit. MmmmmmMMMMMmmmmm....

Another one of the stops was a bit miffing. Mum's paw was very ouching (from her tumble the other day) so she stayed on the boat while Dad went off with his one-eyed-clickybox. That meant I didn't get to go walkies! I stayed to look after Mummy instead. I did get to take Dad for a nice long walkies explore this evening though - and that got me a meet n greet with another me! A fellow black lab called Bailey.

Two photos:
 
Me fast asleep all wrapped up in the duvet (just my head showing).

Meeting and greeting Bailey.

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

Mega Bobbyboat!

Snoozy-croozy day today. Several little walkies and lots of bobbyboating. One of the bits of bobbyboating was very bobby indeed. We were going across a huge puddle (Mum says it was called Loch Lochy) and a mahoosive floatyboat came the other way past us. Just after that our little bobbyboat went berserk and threw Mummy's mug of hot brown water stuff all over the floor!

Sillybration...


Clickyfingers back in action! Mum says the interweb conked out here yesterday so we couldn't tell you what we had been up to.

Well, it seems it was some special day for Mummy and Daddy. Something about 30 years and someone called Annie Fursery. It seemed to involve a human yummyery for lunch, including a bottle that went pop and scared me! Then a long freerun, a swim in bumpy water and then sofasnuggles. Oh - and a bone!

Apart from the pop bottle, I liked this sillybrations thing!

Two photos 
 
Me beside a huge floatyboat that doesn't seem to float. It was sitting on the beach and I got to sniff it right down to it's bottom! Mum says it is a wreck. I thought it was a bit boring!

Loch Linnhe monster. Me swimming in the slightly bumpy water.