Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away! Well they might be the words from a famous song in the human world, but I can assure you that I heard nothing of the sort when he left me yet again to go off on one of his jaunts. Athens Tuesday and Wednesday, Vienna on Thursday and then to Marrakech on Thursday evening for a day there on Friday! When he got back he claimed he was cream crackered! Well I can tell you, I’m an expert on being cream crackered! Whilst he was off travelling to all these places, I got to spend some quality time with Daddy Richard. On Thursday when he was … somewhere … my wimming session at Hydro Hounds was cancelled, so I took Daddy Richard off to Reigate Hill for a run around. Well, I did the running around and he just walked – I’m not sure if all those ‘breakfasts’ are taking their toll because he didn’t even attempt to run with me!! Anyway, I like it on Reigate Hill but we haven’t been there for ages because you can never find anywhere to park! It’s a bit of a long story, but when we were dropping in to visit my doggy doctor recently (I’ll come to that a bit later!) we bumped into Auntie Vicky and her lovely friend ‘Maisy’ (more on that a bit later too!) and they told us about Reigate Heath which is apparently really good, so we might go and see what that’s like soon.
What I haven’t mentioned about our trip to Reigate Hill is the little matter of the cow dung. You see, it was there … all lovely and fresh and just waiting for someone to come along and have a lovely roll in it! I mean, it was calling out!!! Well, what is a dog supposed to do? In it I rolled and lovely it was too! Daddy Richard didn’t seem overly impressed and, as soon as he got me back to the car (we were in his car, so I left a bit of ‘Eau de Cow’ in there for him!) and then home, I was being showered before I could even eat a plant pot! I usually do get a bit of a shower on a Thursday after my wimming session, so it wasn’t that unusual and I didn’t really mind too much. The only down side was that Daddy Richard wouldn’t let me into the house until I had dried off a bit! It was interesting that Daddy Richard did find a use for that greenhouse that he is always trying to grow things in. I have sampled almost everything that he has attempted to grow and not one thing has been particularly tasty! However, hanging my harness in the greenhouse to dry after it had been washed to get rid of the ‘Eau de Cow’, seemed like an eminently sensible idea to me – not getting rid of the ‘Eau de Cow’ that was a silly thing to do, but drying my harness in the greenhouse was very sensible! I don’t know what it is with humans, but they seem completely unable to appreciate the finer smells in life! Ho hum …
Having arrived back at almost midnight on Friday night, he claimed to be completely cream crackered on Saturday. I had to bark to remind him to get up in the morning and then I had to practically drag them around for my morning walk. (Mind you, I usually find that I have to drag them around – they just don’t move fast enough and I am always in a rush to get there … even if I don’t know where ‘there’ is!) When we got back from our morning walk he went off into his study and claimed to be ‘working’ for most of the day. I reckon it was just an excuse to keep out of the way personally! Anyway, there was some good news from my recent walks … the swan is back on Bay Pond again. Or at least, a swan is back on Bay Pond. It has been a bit of an odd summer for birds on Bay Pond. Earlier in the year there was a lovely pair of swans on the pond and there were loads of ducks, coots, grebes and other birds. Then the swans left and it didn’t seem quite the same. Then in the height of summer, virtually all birds had left!! Now there are some ducks back and a couple of grebes and coots, not in the same numbers as before, but it is getting there. Now that a swan is back, it feels like the pond is coming back to life!
So, Saturday passed and before I knew it, it was Sunday! I decided to take them over Hilly Fields and through to Tylers Close field again, so that was nice. On the way you won’t believe who we bumped into … only my friend Myfanwy!! She was with her mother of course, and with her step brother Carwyn. Carwyn is really nice but he’s a very nervous chap, so we had to let them go off first because I sometimes get a bit excited and run around a bit, so we didn’t want to make him any more nervous! The cat also lives with Myfanwy and Carwyn but I had a bit of a run in with it. It wasn’t my fault, it was hiding in the bushes so I decided to sniff it out and then my intention was to give it a bit of a chase but it didn’t work out quite like that – I did my bit of sniffing it out and trying to get it to come out and have a chase, but all it did was sit there and hiss at me! I got quite offended, so we walked off and left it there! Apparently it regularly goes on walks with Myfanwy and Carwyn and it did catch them up a bit later, so that we all OK (for them!). I so rarely get to chase a cat and it would have been a really good opportunity but alas, it wasn’t to be! One day I’m going to get to chase a cat … and when I do, the cat had better be quick because I am the fastest dog in dogdom and, if I catch it, I won’t be responsible for my actions!!!!
When we eventually got to Tylers Close field (they are sooooo slow sometimes!) we discovered that there was another dog in the field. Well, naturally, I did what any self respecting dog would do and I had a jolly good sniff of its bottom and other bits. Then we had a bit of a run around – once again neither Daddy Richard nor him joined in and I had to do all the running for them both! Well, I can tell you, I am an expert on cream crackered – after all that running around I was properly cream crackered!!! None of this, “I’ve been sitting in an aeroplane being waited on hand and foot for the last four hours”, or “I had to get up at 4.30am in the middle of the ‘Medicane’ to try and get a flight out of Greece in the strongest winds experienced in a generation”, or “I had to take two planes and spend almost 7½ hours flying to get from Greece to North Africa” … I was properly cream crackered! I had been running around, first with Myfanwy, then on my own and then with the dog I met in Tylers Close field – that’s what being cream crackered is!!!! Honestly, he doesn’t know what cream crackered is! He might pretend to be cream crackered but I know the truth – I know that he’s been sitting on an aeroplane being served with food and drinks and all he had to do was sit! Hardly taxing, now Is it?!
Sunday was also supposed to be ‘Chilli Day’ but that didn’t quite happen. After a pretty acceptable walk in the morning we went home and he claimed to be ‘working again’. I went into his study to check what he was really doing but I think I must have nodded off and pushed out a few ????s because before I knew it the time had come for my early evening constitutional and he was still sat there!!! On Monday he went off to ‘visit a client’ again. I’m not sure what really happens but he’s gone all day and even sometimes takes a sandwich with him. I hate to think what the poor ‘client’ thinks having to put up with him all day! I’ve done it more than most and I can tell you that his incessant moaning and grumbling can really get you down! “Monty, leave those papers along, I need them” and “Monty, do not steal that pen, I am using it” and “Monty!!!!! That calculator is not for chewing!!!” Honestly, it really begins to grate on you sometimes! Anyway, since he was ‘visiting a client’ I got to spend more quality time with Daddy Richard. He came home and almost immediately turned around and went out again to one of his ‘meetings’. He didn’t really turn up until about 9pm and, by that time, I was ready to push out some more ????s, so I wasn’t really interested in spending any time with him!
On Tuesday morning he slipped off to yet another ‘client’. I am not sure where he went but he took different files with him so I don’t think it was the same one as Monday. One very noticeable thing though was that he returned by Tuesday afternoon, so it wasn’t an all day visit. I thought we were going to spend some time together but no, they only slipped off to Uncle Bren’s greenhouse to get some chillies. Now, I know that chillies aren’t really my thing. (Actually they’re not my thing at all! They really wouldn’t do me any good at all … they’re not poisonous but the last thing I would need is a ‘ring of fire’, which I’m informed by that very reliable source of information, Fidopedia, would be the direct result of eating too many chillies!) But really, do they need that many chillies? I mean, for goodness sake, what are they going to do with that lot? It transpires that they were going to pickle some (done!), dry some (on their way) and freeze some (still in the fridge, but we’ll see!). Once they got them home, he spent the entire rest of the day chopping chillies and Daddy Richard kept having to go out and buy more vinegar! Apparently they have pickled over 500 chillies – all I can say is watch out all those that know them, you might have just learned what your Christmas present will be!! And so, that brings me nicely to Wednesday. Hmm, not everything about Wednesday was nice, but I did have a lovely sleep! I shall explain all in my next Dlog (Do you like that? Blog is short for WeB LOG and so Dlog is short for Doggy bLOG!), but right now I have a bone to chew and I need to prepare because I am off to see my friend Charlie tomorrow!!! So, for now, must paws … ????