It was very cold this morning when we went on our walk to get the papers. WE always come back via the field so I can run off a bit of steam - especially if I've been wearing the infernal contraption [see previous post]. Mum & Dad encourage me to run from one to the other, for a treat of course...
This is the new infernal contraption that Mum & Dad have bought for me... to make me walk without pulling... and I hate it! Every chance I get I try to rub it on legs, crutches, trees, leaves on the ground... I'm told I will get used to it and it certainly slows me down, but really - who wants to be slow when you're a lurcher?!
Dad you do look like a right Dickie in your new Dickies overalls!
He says they'll be great for working in the woods, they are quilted inside, but where do they get the measurements from? As a medium they fit fine at the top, but the crutch is halfway down his legs and the legs are so long...
Here's another photo Dad has dug out of the archives...
Taken on Putsborough beach in Devon, October half-term around seven years ago it's Phyzz and Mum taking the air - cheekily titled "Two old dogs on the beach"!
Apparently Phyzz used to love running on the sand, reminded her of her days at Walthamstow.
Here I am laying in the lounge on a sunny October afternoon, light streaming in through the coloured lights in the front door, surrounded by my collected trophies - Mum's crocks, my bed from the kitchen, my marrow bone and my reindeer horn, lovely...
But this light's a bit flippin' bright isn't it?
This is my "look how gorgeous I am" pose, complete with added sunshine.
I reckon Dad has been at the Lightroom filters again!
PS. I'm not really religious, it's just a dog's life for me.
I find myself doing it more and more as I get older, someone throws a ball, I find it, but rather than grab it and run off, I crouch down with my nose pointing at the ball, waiting for someone to come and pick it up.
I also do this when I see another dog approaching, even if I know them. Some dogs think I'm cowering but just wait 'till you get close - I'll leap up and chase you!
Here I am with Mum at the orchard fair in Tring this afternoon [Sunday 7 October 2012]. It's a small countryside fair to celebrate apple fortnight in Tring, held in the ancient Jeacock's Orchard. Mum had a stall there selling her Anything Arty bits and pieces.
As you can see she makes cards, jewellery and her speciality hand-decorated pebbles. She sells these on her stall at Tring Farmer's market that's held on alternate Saturdays through the year.
I wasn't sure about this chap, bit scary isn't he! They are Tempus Experientia, a roving band of players, entertaining the visitors with tales of piracy and kidnapping.
There was also a ploughing demonstration with these HUGE horses. I was a bit frightened by them too, but the baby foal was very cute. I was most interested in the chickens, but Dad kept me safely away from those!
This subject might split opinions, I'd love to hear what you think...
Today was a foggy, autumnal, Sunday morning. At about 8 o'clock, Mum and Dad walked me round to pick up the papers and then we headed home via the back field to stretch our legs. I'm wearing a boot to protect the cut on my back paw, so when was let off my lead they decided not to encourage me to run around.
Anyway, about halfway round the first field, looming out of the mist comes a jogger... "Ooh look he's running" I think as he passes... "Why don't I chase him!?"
Well Mum and Dad called, but even with a boot on one foot I quickly caught him up and jumped about to show him how pleased I was to see him... He kept on running... I followed until he stopped and started waving his hands in the air... Was I trying to catch his hands or simply give him a kiss? I can't remember, but I did jump up a few times until eventually I heard Dad calling and shaking a bag of treats, so I ran back to have a snack. The jogger continued on his way.
Back on my lead I went, to save my poorly foot from any more stress and we set off again. As we rounded the second field and approached home who should appear again but my new friend the jogger! This time, on my lead, we took a wide berth as we passed...
"NOT IMPRESSED!" said the jogger stopping in his tracks.
"He could have caught you a lot quicker if he wasn't wearing that boot" quipped my Dad.
The jogger really wasn't impressed now and began to berate Mum and Dad about "that dog's behaviour..."
Mum could see his point and was quick to apologise, I could sense Dad wasn't so keen to capitulate, after all it is a field, if I can't run here where can I run?
"I know he was only playing, but what if he'd caught me with a claw? He would have been in a lot of trouble then!"
So according to the jogger I shouldn't be allowed off my lead unless I can do as I'm told.
Well, we did do a fair few obedience classes when I was a puppy, but I like running, they tell me it's in my genes, so I tend to ignore Mum and Dad unless it suits me...
So the question is: should I go back to classes? Will it help?
Did any of you carry on classes into your teens?
Should I stay on my lead around the field? I must admit I'm difficult to catch when I get an idea in my head...
Or is the jogger just a being a grumpy old bug... man!?
Dad captured me going after the fruit in the back field last September .
I love blackberries and, unlike this year, there were loads of plums too.
But my favourite fruit are apples. I love apples, even crab apples which tend to go through me like a dose of salts!
My friend Thunder visited on Friday evening 'cause the White's came round for a curry night takeaway. It was too dark to go out in the field so we chased round the house causing mayhem for while before settling down. Thunder went and curled up in my bed next to the Rayburn! I lay on his rug to get my own back. Mum and Dad had a lovely evening with their friends.
Mum and Dad had a retired greyhound called Phyzz. She was an ex-Walthamstow racer and here she is pictured in the back field with a very young looking Edan, it was taken in 2005, he's at Leeds College of Art now!
Here she is in December 2009 running in the snow - I love doing that too...
She died of a heart attack after her afternoon walk on the 7th June 2011, she was almost 12 years old, not bad for a racer.
Well my Mum and Dad were very upset and decided not to have another dog...
They chose me on the 15th of June!!
Apparently walking round the field without a dog was too upsetting... Oh what a shock I was!