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Discussion in 'General Discussions and Lounge' started by Josie, Nov 7, 2019.
He is such a lucky chap that you are so well tuned in to him.
Expect to be canonized ere lunchtime or there’s no moral justice.
I think that might be taking it a bit far, RGC!
Where's JudyN gone? Who is that in the robes?
Hang on a min - don't I have to be dead before I can be canonised? I've gone off the idea...
Perhaps you could set a precedent. On the other hand, it could be just one more addition to the workload, so maybe reconsider it for "afterwards".
Meanwhile, there's Jasper.
I married a saint many years ago and she’s very much alive. Just see my furrowed brow. However we spend more time laughing.
This year I've heard so many people mentioning how bad tick year it has been so far. Yes, we've found some on ours too. I bought once tick collars for ours but I had to take them off after only a day....I just could not bare the smell and if I could smell them, they must stink to the dogs nose
So now I rely of physical exam before heading back to home...back home I do it again while brushing their coats...and carrying on checking through out the day. Odd one has escaped the attention and that is then a 'tweezer job'.
But now that the fist generation ticks are out and they are much smaller and black....so difficult to find, I've got 'drops' out. I usually only give drop 3-4 months in year and then the worst is over and we'll manage without.
I do wish Jasper wouldn't settle down for mid-walk snoozes in verges right next to roads...
This was his second stop on the way home (despite the round trip being just a little over 1km). The first time was outside someone's house, and they asked if he'd like them to bring out some water, which was lovely of them althugh I had some with me. The second time, a woman saw I was holding my phone so was worried he'd collapsed and I was calling for help. He does do a very good impression of a dead dog, I must say.
Bless him. He’s merely exercising his rights. A lovely boy.
.. You need to take one of those small camping chairs/stool with you when that happens....at least it would look like 'break time' rather than emergency situation.
I was thinking about taking my Kindle...
'Mummy, that dog looks just like a real camel!'
That's at least the third time a child has compared Jasper to a camel. As I said to the boy's mum, he does get the hump occasionally...
I saw a great bit of teamwork the other day - a child was throwing balls in a ball chucker for two spaniels. Both gave chase, but one got to it first every time. It picked it up, ran halfway back to the child, but then dropped it for the other spaniel to pick up - who then brought it back to the child. This happened again, and again, and again - I wonder how they worked out their system?
That just reminded me of when I used to walk 'my' Leonberger cross, I was stood waiting to cross a road with him once and a little boy was stood next to us with his mum saying 'wow, look at that horse mummy!' and no matter how many times she said that actually that was a dog, he always replied ' no mummy that's a horse!' as if she was being totally daft!
Mine have several times been mistaken for wolves. No, really. Their size, ears being wrong and the fact they were wearing collars was lost among some people, though I think the dogs were rather smug.
Although the temps yesterday wasn't as bad as it has been recently, our dogs were still playing silly buggers and didn't come to be alive until evening and then their playing and other antics were never ending and I needed to sleep...but since I missed the window of opportunity to do so and at 1 am I was wide awake, I decided it was time that I too behave 'differently'.
So I proceeded to go to sleep 'as usual'...turned the lights off, got myself settled...dogs were debating who sleeps and where and as they started to get organized...I grabbed my blanket and pillow and with the help of torch light I went outside and got myself somewhat comfortable on a garden bench leaving back door open for them to follow.
And I waited..and waited....no a sound coming from inside!? I was starting to enjoy being outside, fresh air gently blowing on my face and I was cosy under the warmth of the blanket....looking stars and listening nightly sounds....lovely. But I started to get worried as none of the dogs were even slightly concern where I have gone in the middle of the night and by now I started to feel sleepiness coming on.
Eventually I could hear pattering of feet when one of them came to the door step to investigate the situation but she didn't dare to venture outside...little later on more sounds and then quiet again. Eventually 'mama' Iida came out...walked straight past me...looking around and on her return she spotted me..'oh joy...she haven't gone away after all!' She join me on the bench and I wrapped her with my blanket and we both enjoyed some peace and quiet quite some time.
When I eventually started to get uncomfortable on our snug 'bed', we moved back in but I still didn't go into house properly. Instead I lied down on dogs day bed near back door....and Iida squeezed herself there too But now the youngsters become suspicious of the activities going on and came to investigate....'YAYYY...she is back!' and the hell did break loose...there was 3 am zoomies going on
At that point I returned to our original sleeping arrangements and dogs were happy to crash down ...they were tired, happy that I was back and we all drifted to sleep pretty much straight away.
And now as I'm typing about this....they are still sleeping! It ain't hot outside today, I've been out and about and these lazy sods are not bothered about anything else than catching up with their beauty sleeps. I'm sure they will soon stir up once I start 'rattling' their harnesses...WALKIES!!
Life is never dull when terriers are involved!
I went out on an errand this morning. On the way, I saw one of the village elders chatting to another woman, who had a dog with her. Temperature was around 18.5 deg. C
I wouldn't recognise the woman again, but I can tell you that her dog was a black labrador, quite old, distressingly fat, was much too hot, and had problems with its hips.
Yep - I'd recognise the 6-month-old spinone we met this morning (I really, really love spinones but don't do drool), but not the man who was with her.
That poor lab. I hate seeing overweight dogs.