tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55297840180961649722024-03-08T04:44:16.548+00:00Beauregard's Dog BlogA dog's life from a dog's view.BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-28637187292540841702024-02-29T18:43:00.001+00:002024-03-03T18:48:15.785+00:00FEBRUARY 2024<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6FyFZX3KkPDIYdj6xW_SvaktxA_wRQvR4udnjailmu-YTRSvXqcsHhMpK1VaGOyW0JZlVrCvRF9HdYovKvAtOQ4Jqi1unvVR6By4jJZMJZcAQvfR3d6b6bG9v0sGIuUFQx8rMXJ0VwvH-OBxtNabOivPO5Zcd3XoWPoIZKCFkKlRdqUSkPVZt7Vd57FYt/s3343/IMG-20231225-WA0008%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3343" data-original-width="2155" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6FyFZX3KkPDIYdj6xW_SvaktxA_wRQvR4udnjailmu-YTRSvXqcsHhMpK1VaGOyW0JZlVrCvRF9HdYovKvAtOQ4Jqi1unvVR6By4jJZMJZcAQvfR3d6b6bG9v0sGIuUFQx8rMXJ0VwvH-OBxtNabOivPO5Zcd3XoWPoIZKCFkKlRdqUSkPVZt7Vd57FYt/s320/IMG-20231225-WA0008%20(2).jpg" width="206" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #422727; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I’ve
been given the third degree…..the Mrs said…look into my eyes and tell me the
truth: Was it you? Have you been digging in the front lawn? Did you forget where you buried your bone? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #422727; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p>Of
course I answered NO to all of the above.
Firstly I am not allowed out onto the front lawn unaccompanied in case I
see another K9 and rush out to play without permission. Secondly, I certainly would not forget where
I buried my bone! I think the Mrs is
projecting her bad memory onto me! My
nose tells me instantly where I last buried it and it was definitely not in the
front lawn. Besides which the holes are
not big enough to hide one of my bones and I seem to remember the same thing
happening on our neighbours lawn last year when I was looked at in a suspicious
manner…..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #422727; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p>Luckily
for me the Boss had his superior knowledge confirmed when the our kindly
neighbour GR set up a wildlife camera to get shots of the culprit which turned
out to be what the Boss said …. a visiting badger. After I got blamed, the crows got it in the
neck as the likely vandals but it was, as the Boss said all along, a badger
looking for worms.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #422727; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p>The
badgers are back again this year! This
time they have left our neighbours lawn untouched but have gone to town on ours
instead. The verges bordering the
gardens down hill from us also have holes dug into them and the daffodils seem
to be a bit flat in certain areas. The
worm eating Billy Badger has a lot to answer for, but for once I have been
declared in the clear for this particuar misdemeanor and given a treat for
telling the truth.</span></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-64717527784755064122024-01-31T16:34:00.001+00:002024-02-14T16:41:45.623+00:00DECEMBER/JANUARY 2024<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFz9u3fGRLVnr3otybkFdl7I3HPsKYWnVrXhllYWhkmfPnS6iuiy-aTAc4kAIuCG-oGOwtb-0W-NgHXxTNOM6jJWeR0gsTrH1GGt9r1sxf0dGu166ssAYWr_Ruom6RqMu8fJeNLXehefVljhvRQttHC0BA62ZBP5rHe075bhtvQ9q5RMGDb6Tvtj937nvZ/s4000/20231228_100828%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="415" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFz9u3fGRLVnr3otybkFdl7I3HPsKYWnVrXhllYWhkmfPnS6iuiy-aTAc4kAIuCG-oGOwtb-0W-NgHXxTNOM6jJWeR0gsTrH1GGt9r1sxf0dGu166ssAYWr_Ruom6RqMu8fJeNLXehefVljhvRQttHC0BA62ZBP5rHe075bhtvQ9q5RMGDb6Tvtj937nvZ/w311-h415/20231228_100828%20(2).jpg" width="311" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #5b3922;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy
New Year to you all. I hope you had a
drier Christmas than me? It was very
foggy and wet where I was for the holidays.
Not that it really worries me as I have a warm furry rain coat
continually around me. Sadly, although
poor deflated Teddy has a fur coat, he has no insides and no raincoat so if
left forgotten in the garden he often gets very soggy. That doesn<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>t stop me from
bringing him inside to dry off <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">–</span> much to the Mrs irritation.
She is quite happy for me to play with him when he is dry but when wet
she is not happy for him to accompany me indoors. The Boss does not mind what state Teddy is in
but then as the Mrs says he doesn<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>t do the housework. It<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>s all very well
having wet Teddy in the back of the Boss<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>s chariot but that is the only place that he is allowed <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“</span>in doors<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">”</span> until he is
dry <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">–</span> Teddy that is,
not the Boss!.</span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #5b3922;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #5b3922;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p> </o:p>I
had a very special second birthday during the festive season holiday away, when
I inadvertently received two great gifts.
This came about because the Boss, being a dedicated carnivore, thought
he had selected a haunch of venison for his Christmas dinner. The Mrs defrosted and unpacked to prepare for
the cooking and remarked how thoughtful the Boss had been in packing two legs
together. In an instant the Boss seemed
to shrink and gulp and rushed to inspect the joint. Aghast he deflated, realising his Christmas
dinner would not turn out to be the magnificent feast he had hoped. He had inadvertently picked up a package
containing two front legs instead of one haunch which meant that the Boss and
the Mrs just about managed to get a meagre scraping of meat on their plates for
their Christmas dinner while I reveled in the fact that I would have a large
bone for my Christmas dinner and also one for my Birthday
celebrations!!..... </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #5b3922;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #5b3922;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p> </o:p>After
a lecture from the Mrs regarding labeling and reading, the Boss apologised and
commented that <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“</span>at least the dog was happy and the Christmas pudding almost
made up for it<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">”</span>.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #5b3922;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p>
<span style="background-color: #5b3922;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-65224110158327637742023-11-30T11:01:00.001+00:002023-12-14T11:10:15.905+00:00November 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2IumA5aUlyzEKMKM4a49xopYBUPCOPW8H00C6B4H8mvXar00Q5fPBziUN1T5aIpcat0Xws-kkOortNHrGxm9C437AT3VUkD5tYSlVaOdZgmAgtZQxvgbbobl0wzn7yqeOeUUtdd7wUxkmpaDT7OobvJPIcfrN0ItBwYlXRMPdhNM_Sblp57tW3TFGrl6W/s4624/november.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2IumA5aUlyzEKMKM4a49xopYBUPCOPW8H00C6B4H8mvXar00Q5fPBziUN1T5aIpcat0Xws-kkOortNHrGxm9C437AT3VUkD5tYSlVaOdZgmAgtZQxvgbbobl0wzn7yqeOeUUtdd7wUxkmpaDT7OobvJPIcfrN0ItBwYlXRMPdhNM_Sblp57tW3TFGrl6W/s320/november.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #4f3939; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I may
look a bit hangdog but I am relieved we can resume our normal walks and I am
allowed to chew Teddy again. We have
spent the last few walks stopping at every sign post and tying signs to it,
followed by untying them all again after the weekend. All I want to do is have a good sniff and see
if it is a suitable place to leave my leg lifting messages but the Mrs make me
sit and wait till she has finished her mission. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #4f3939; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I
had a bit of trouble last week when the Mrs found one of her paint brushes with
a heavily chewed end. Honestly I didn’t
realise it was not for chewing, it being a a long stick with hair at one end,
howeveer once found, I was in big trouble and Teddy was confiscated for a few
days until I repented and helped her tie her art notices around the village.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #4f3939; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">At
the weekend the house suddenly became very bare with all paintings
removed. I wondered if, in my shame, she
had taken my portrait down as well but it was a relief to see it still hanging. The miniatures came with many cakes and the
Boss couldn’t believe his luck on viewing all the delicious confectionery delivered from many kind people. I
thought I might be in for a feast but unfortunately for me it was all, along
with the paintings, transported to the Village Hall. I was a little peeved when the Boss explained
to me, while dishing out my kibble, that the cakes had all been eaten and there
was none left for me. Had the Mrs
suddenly ditched her diet and devoured the lot?
But no….it was explained to me that they were all sold for charity. The paintings did return though, minus a few,
and the house is now back to normal.
Walks have resumed on a normal basis and Teddy has been returned so I
can relax with him and search out some hairless sticks to chew….<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #4f3939; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Ps:
The Mrs wants me to pass on her thanks for the support she and her friend Pat
received at their art sale and is very happy to report that over £600 was
raised for Wellington & Dummer Riding for the Disabled Association where
one of the Miniatures goes every Saturday morning.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
<span style="background-color: #4f3939; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-12140775329814620102023-10-31T16:50:00.001+00:002023-11-29T16:56:55.264+00:00OCTOBER 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPVnGZOgyRsq0ym8zBiuMfO5Du4ePwXTn7FEI79L_b2x6oXVLhbwVXr_2U5f2Po2uAsTJ4oomcN-Aia2ib3Yr6paTdpGpwpfeR6o7agrGE-S5PPJRnyRwmnDs1YYcQub_5QhXitNKGb7ayVBBsN_cYwZkxvSY_5mZq6RhvE77L_Dt9nOIIE-R-QJr-MYC/s4331/20231011_091527%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4331" data-original-width="3363" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPVnGZOgyRsq0ym8zBiuMfO5Du4ePwXTn7FEI79L_b2x6oXVLhbwVXr_2U5f2Po2uAsTJ4oomcN-Aia2ib3Yr6paTdpGpwpfeR6o7agrGE-S5PPJRnyRwmnDs1YYcQub_5QhXitNKGb7ayVBBsN_cYwZkxvSY_5mZq6RhvE77L_Dt9nOIIE-R-QJr-MYC/s320/20231011_091527%20(2).jpg" width="248" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #512222;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Normally
I enjoy a nice walk with the Mrs but one day last week it was totally spoiled as
we had to keep stopping every few minutes so the Mrs could collect this bag
full of items! I admit there are a lot
of peculiar smells and items along the edge of our route which I sometimes stop
to investigate but usually ignore as they are of no interest to me:- seldom
something edible, not the scent of another animal which always interests me,
and usually pretty boring but the Mrs seems to have started taking an interest
in collecting these random items whilst grumbling to herself about thoughtless
people. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #512222;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">She
sometimes carries a stick but on this day a thin blue job appeared with a
wicked grabber on the end which I managed to avoid at all costs until I realised
it was not meant for me….<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #512222;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">When
we walk along the road towards the fields I have to stop every time a car comes
along behind us as there is no footpath to walk along safely. Luckily the Mrs’ hearing has been heightened recently by some mechanical
means that I don’t understand but she can hear every noise I make and luckily
most cars coming up behind us, but I do worry about the scentless silent ones…..cars I mean.</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-1428397773215111252023-09-30T12:57:00.000+01:002023-10-11T13:04:16.448+01:00September 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxLqWk4kVOjX17GindVy2ugsC14CKuSa58YQLpqpbPmfUFvv5EQlpas94cD02sC0fXeAzQRdgNODioeq5wGELwiIQhj2BlRaAdZzqvARkloW6LW5h4Q_dVDemriStCzq0X5XoljxLOdQyUsN7RoH4F5Ui8JZ3dyIxn-Gxm3CHi1oVpWwB1tOXGHjgiq3V/s2354/20230914_152614%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2354" data-original-width="1477" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxLqWk4kVOjX17GindVy2ugsC14CKuSa58YQLpqpbPmfUFvv5EQlpas94cD02sC0fXeAzQRdgNODioeq5wGELwiIQhj2BlRaAdZzqvARkloW6LW5h4Q_dVDemriStCzq0X5XoljxLOdQyUsN7RoH4F5Ui8JZ3dyIxn-Gxm3CHi1oVpWwB1tOXGHjgiq3V/s320/20230914_152614%20(2).jpg" width="201" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #422828; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">This is me in my private and personal transport carriage driven by my own private and personal chauffeur. He us also known as the Boss but can occasionally be usurped by my chauffeuse, also known as the Mrs. </span><p></p><div dir="auto"><span style="background-color: #422828; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I have my own very soft bed in here, a water bowl and a bottle of water along with my own viewing windows on either side. I must say, if pressed, that I would admit the more comfortable ride is when I am driven around by the Boss, but I keep quiet about that on the grounds of keeping the peace....</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="background-color: #422828; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I can jump in here easily at the flick of a wrist or the command 'get in'. Jumping out causes some concerns especially if it's the Mrs who opens the tailgate as I propel myself out of my carriage like a rocket as soon as the tail gate is lowered, sometimes even before it is completely lowered. Several times, in my excitement to get to my next adventure, I have nearly flattened the Mrs as she hadn't quite completed the manoeuvre before I did my exocet impersonation. This causes quite a stir and I reprimand myself, thinking I should be more restrained! The Mrs agrees with me as she rights herself and loops the lead around my neck giving it quite a sharp tug to remind me to curb my enthusiasm and behave....I am restrained and behave impeccably....until the next time!</span></div><p><span style="background-color: #422828; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-8134388131663864642023-08-31T13:04:00.001+01:002023-10-11T13:07:48.336+01:00August 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYN_2Muvtpm-5MIMajxFgrbmlz_JL4HB7JQtBN1K81TntYTy_iVgO8zKR-YgT36P28exxpQmUc7ZE88chQlgOTk-iOZvl3AFqvkzQOPtQt1VAExm4Ptz8Mwi4u5EBKNYhleUiJS2jR0vY_j7tY1FZ1-d8xe8U7m8sQcTJz_3364a_IQpQkj1yxRXfuGcT/s1756/20230810_161536_01%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1756" data-original-width="1436" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYN_2Muvtpm-5MIMajxFgrbmlz_JL4HB7JQtBN1K81TntYTy_iVgO8zKR-YgT36P28exxpQmUc7ZE88chQlgOTk-iOZvl3AFqvkzQOPtQt1VAExm4Ptz8Mwi4u5EBKNYhleUiJS2jR0vY_j7tY1FZ1-d8xe8U7m8sQcTJz_3364a_IQpQkj1yxRXfuGcT/s320/20230810_161536_01%20(2).jpg" width="262" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #422424; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The Launch.....I like to make as big a splash as I can so I take a running jump and launch myself in as far out as possible to show off my dynamic entry into the water. I have been instructed to fetch a stick that they wish me to retrieve, which the Boss or the Mrs plus any companions along for the show have kindly thrown into the water. </span><p></p><div dir="auto"><span style="background-color: #422424; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The Mrs calls my launch a belly flop but I like to think of it as canine controlled lift off!</span><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><span style="background-color: #422424; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Once the splash has settled and my head is above the surface I set out doing doggie paddle with my paws splayed out making the most of the webbing between my toes to achieve a fast canine crawl. With the stick securely lodged between my teeth I return to the bank. This is usually accompanied with a certain amount of snorting to clear the water from my nose and throat as I carry the stick in my mouth. As I climb out onto the bank and offer the stick up for a repeat exercise my praise for the successful retrieval is tempered by screams of anguish as I blink the water from my eyes and remove the excess from my coat by executing a full body shake from my head to the tip of my tail. Instead of admiring my swimming technique, stick retrieval and water ejection the miniatures scream and the adults run away. Honestly, there is no pleasing some people!</span></div><div class="yj6qo"></div><div class="adL" dir="auto"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /></div></div></div><p> </p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-1537011471316018582023-07-31T11:31:00.001+01:002023-10-11T11:39:21.206+01:00July 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19-z2Xz4tU8OSKY4qhyphenhyphenBj2j8cvzd31pZ4dfyHfBDVeuMg9NzSWOJZjRxqhXdNEHsmrz_mSjTDyLvzXlRGQFdF-crn6z3ywSjzJADbJ2TAZksG_31Yb0NQHSwl64Ifu5iaxLaVmuteVn9NSwOBhBgkEY0MZsf41_rp-vK4b8BOlcBNJs8yb2L9725KKQJi/s332/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="332" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19-z2Xz4tU8OSKY4qhyphenhyphenBj2j8cvzd31pZ4dfyHfBDVeuMg9NzSWOJZjRxqhXdNEHsmrz_mSjTDyLvzXlRGQFdF-crn6z3ywSjzJADbJ2TAZksG_31Yb0NQHSwl64Ifu5iaxLaVmuteVn9NSwOBhBgkEY0MZsf41_rp-vK4b8BOlcBNJs8yb2L9725KKQJi/s320/cats.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #4a3131; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Jumping
for joy, or even better jumping for water.
I hasten to add, that this photo was taken by the miniatures before the
drought took over. My favourite game is
catching the water from the hose as it snakes back and forth in the hands of
the operator who thinks it highly amusing to watch my efforts. I chase it all over the garden as they keep
moving it about to change were the water falls.
I drink most of it and jump to catch it in my mouth. It doesn’t really show up in the picture but I am at least two
feet off the ground or, as the youngsters say, 60 centimeters! This action usually happens after me being
told that my canine perfume is offensive to the Mrs and I need a wash. The job of getting me wet enough to work up a
lather with my shampoo is usually difficult as my coat is very thick and has
its own oils to keep me warm and repel water. With my enhanced sense of fun I
find it difficult to stay still long enough for the Mrs to aim it at the
appropriate part of my anatomy and am usually asked in a very firm voice to
stand still and stop jumping around while she uses some accuracy to make sure I
am wet all over. Rinsing can be a
problem for her too as I still want to chase and catch the water. In the lake I can launch myself into the
water making a huge splash but at home I have to make do with the airborne variety and become very excited if I spot the hose coming out even if it does
mean I end up shampooed, soft and sweet smelling. The Mrs tells me it’s “because I’m worth it” !!</span><span style="background-color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-35254772353219611552023-06-30T11:20:00.002+01:002023-10-11T12:50:25.521+01:00June 2023<p>Me and teddy</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='433' height='361' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyZzDg2L5ODr-Q1Q91ZdY4ctmBuai0mpsbuub_78HakV538CPY0h0_QCUZEMdicTBigZ1LLNjsP9nyoSuR56Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-18210015081868533312023-05-31T13:55:00.001+01:002023-06-25T13:56:31.854+01:00MAY 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1v9DAoiW9zhuz9qDSSngcOVRIoHyCBqeJrWnkW3DsJ2Dlybj8T1lNoUaL9c90L_WvUyuznYHBUSrlTiISYtGRAekjG90aQXisxDp6DbGv9o3VrRDLHW2YGj5YU4oq7YbhuunMdKF3WZlWrVxl1880PNAphwkECU85tn2oC0GKZvMEfOofhTRdsaCQLyvK/s4149/20230415_162410%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4149" data-original-width="2754" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1v9DAoiW9zhuz9qDSSngcOVRIoHyCBqeJrWnkW3DsJ2Dlybj8T1lNoUaL9c90L_WvUyuznYHBUSrlTiISYtGRAekjG90aQXisxDp6DbGv9o3VrRDLHW2YGj5YU4oq7YbhuunMdKF3WZlWrVxl1880PNAphwkECU85tn2oC0GKZvMEfOofhTRdsaCQLyvK/s320/20230415_162410%20(2).jpg" width="212" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #513636;"><span style="font-size: large;">Teddy! Or what<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>s left of him<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">…</span>..he<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>s my buddy, my comfort and my playmate. Getting thinner by the day he can be trailed
all around the garden to play, returned to my kennel for snoozing with, or
alternatively be left out in the rain to get a good soaking but whatever state
he is in he never fails to be my friend.</span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #513636;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #513636;"><span style="font-size: large;">Originally
I believe he belonged to one of the elder of the miniatures but they never
really bonded so when I came upon the scene Teddy was given to me. He loves a good tussle but is also quite
happy to have a good cuddle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #513636;"><span style="font-size: large;">I
have successfully removed most of his torso as his weight was a little on the
heavy side especially when wet. He never
complained but when I first decided to reduce his circumference the Mrs was not
pleased at having to comb the garden every so often collecting bits of white fluff from every corner. She considered it a mess whereas I thought it
looked quite pretty. At first she tried to fatten Teddy up again by stuffing it
back inside him and sewing him up but I was much more successful at reducing
Teddy<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>s weight than
the Mrs has ever been trying to reduce hers (a sore subject in this household)
so she has now become resigned to Teddy<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>s svelt form. I have been threatened that if I remove any
more from Teddy he will be unable to play with me anymore. He does look a little deflated now so I have
left his limbs in tact so that we can have a good game of hauling him round the
garden but the Mrs has refused to allow me to invite him indoors as she says
his aroma is worse than mine and he is for outdoor play only. The Boss thinks I am a big baby for setting
such store on a playmate when I have himself to entertain me but I like to keep
my options open for when the Boss is <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">‘</span>resting<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span> his eyes or training them on the square box indoors <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">–</span> then my Teddy
is there, ready and waiting to play.</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-134652046222814392023-04-30T13:51:00.001+01:002023-06-25T13:56:14.702+01:00APRIL 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6j4swGNOKCDbq0QWzx55qDpMXusje1c9Wd1Y0StnTGzzb0Y-ZDBqJFDTMCdPGpLkdxvsoPBp3EIjVRe9EfpUBa4Twnhjlp4QhpmfFjZF_f8Q9FGc5-zEimg_KWQsdzjeuZFPcel7gZpHp07x-kehglN36ErBJmiCfBEHuMBDZ5KA0ODt_fSw4AXNpu8RJ/s3363/20230319_092652%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3363" data-original-width="2504" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6j4swGNOKCDbq0QWzx55qDpMXusje1c9Wd1Y0StnTGzzb0Y-ZDBqJFDTMCdPGpLkdxvsoPBp3EIjVRe9EfpUBa4Twnhjlp4QhpmfFjZF_f8Q9FGc5-zEimg_KWQsdzjeuZFPcel7gZpHp07x-kehglN36ErBJmiCfBEHuMBDZ5KA0ODt_fSw4AXNpu8RJ/s320/20230319_092652%20(2).jpg" width="238" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #603434;"><span style="font-size: large;">Isn<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>t it time for
my walk yet????<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #603434;"><span style="font-size: large;">I
patiently wait for the Boss to complete his perusal of the daily news, finish
his cup of coffee or his nap or whatever is stopping him from taking me for my walk.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #603434;"><span style="font-size: large;">Patience
is a virtue the Mrs tells me, not sure about virtue, I would prefer a rawhide <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“</span>tue<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">”</span> any day.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #603434;"><span style="font-size: large;">Back
to the daily walk - if the sun is shining there is never a problem. Usually the Boss is as enthusiastic as me to
get outside but if a few raindrops fall from the sky the story is oh so
different. He does not like the rain or
grey days, you know the type - low cloud and dismal outlook - these are the
days he disappears into his workshop and it<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>s a devil of a job to get him to come out. I have perfected a few ploys to encourage him
to spend time with me. These include
fetching my ball and dropping it at his feet while looking encouragingly into
his eyes and wagging my tail. Another is
standing direcly in front of him and staring unblinkingly at him for long moments of time or until the Mrs dissolves into
giggles and says <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“</span>I think Beau is trying to get your attention<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">”</span> - I can always
rely on her for back up. Finally I
resort to touch as per this photo. I can
remain in this position for any length of time, occasionally changing paws,
until the weight of my paw gets to him, making his foot ache, at which point
and with encouragement from the Mrs he eventually gives in and I get to go on
my walk. Now that is patience<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">……</span>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p>
<span style="background-color: #603434;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-53873682471464177482023-03-31T09:44:00.001+01:002023-04-05T09:53:09.084+01:00MARCH 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #45342e;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dp2XbdetGRc852m1ya0BcCnhIQmN6g1KtqYcgUjhY8F6Qc6UxISj53mHbQxOoMlfLVOnVhGJhP3g_EO_ADRs_UIQDqGYwAzR-T-O8uvaBG9ONVu8xBn1oUqSjcz17hHgm8dG14MI6qP1qH6ZtB-EwQRNPZZskxv5AMVvuo5feW6POtprhApYRe_s4Q/s4143/20230308_125028%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4143" data-original-width="3468" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dp2XbdetGRc852m1ya0BcCnhIQmN6g1KtqYcgUjhY8F6Qc6UxISj53mHbQxOoMlfLVOnVhGJhP3g_EO_ADRs_UIQDqGYwAzR-T-O8uvaBG9ONVu8xBn1oUqSjcz17hHgm8dG14MI6qP1qH6ZtB-EwQRNPZZskxv5AMVvuo5feW6POtprhApYRe_s4Q/w361-h431/20230308_125028%20(2).jpg" width="361" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">What a
surprise to wake up to this morning. I
thought my colour vision had become faulty as at best I can only discern
differing shades of yellow and blue but this morning everything had turned
white, no colour at all. I felt all
right and figured things must have been OK for the Boss to wake me up with a
smile on his face and asked me if I wanted to go outside. Pondering his quizzical look I emerged from
my bed to investigate and discovered the reason as my paws touched something
they had never experienced before. I
gingerly tried to tip toe around the edge of the building on ground I
recognised but was soon forced to step into this white stuff. What a shock - it was soft and seriously
cold, especially on my paws and my rear end when I was requested to sit. The Boss says it’s called snow and amazingly it
can be picked up! The Mrs asked me to
fetch some of it but when I try to find the handful she threw it had disappeared
into the masses of white stuff all around me.
Once I realised it was safe to walk on I soon relaxed and began to play
and I did manage to catch one handful which landed on my head, unfortunately my
tongue is not quite long enough to reach it but apparently it will melt away
without me doing anything. When trying
to recognise and find all my favourite haunts in the garden I spent a fair
amount of time burrowing beneath it with my nose to try to catch all the usual
smells but the snow kept clogging up my nostrils so a quick snort was in
order. I need to keep my eyes semi
closed to stop the flakes falling into them however it does so very softly, not
at all like rain which can sting if it is coming down in sheets. Talking of sheets, that is what this snow
reminds me of –
those large white wet sheets the Mrs pegs out on the washing line. Those ones
that I am banned from getting near, am not allowed to pull on or play with and
are then taken away after they become dry.
I wonder how much longer I will be allowed to play in this snow before
it is magically removed from my reach…… <o:p></o:p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="http://beauregardsdogblog.blogspot.com/"><span style="background: rgb(69, 52, 46); text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">http://beauregardsdogblog.blogspot.com</span></span><span style="background: white; color: #1a0dab; text-decoration-line: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></a></p><p>
</p><br />BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-79344896680476980142023-01-31T13:45:00.004+00:002023-04-05T09:44:16.157+01:00FEBRUARY 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmjVqXOxshj4u0lDuZfRkNrSDAN5YVORy9n4Xch2xI70n3QIYEiq215niJx9jltkXZjLqFsQzS4BLz5eT5yxx-r31MjSVHK86-ai7dbsh6SsLT1Rvdcapm3LOq4SwkRf0L9PCa6ibOhd9EsUsTYTKDJaAYfz5j3LbJpO6rl5FKVjDgMLe4bwjDYM3nw/s4000/20221117_083223%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmjVqXOxshj4u0lDuZfRkNrSDAN5YVORy9n4Xch2xI70n3QIYEiq215niJx9jltkXZjLqFsQzS4BLz5eT5yxx-r31MjSVHK86-ai7dbsh6SsLT1Rvdcapm3LOq4SwkRf0L9PCa6ibOhd9EsUsTYTKDJaAYfz5j3LbJpO6rl5FKVjDgMLe4bwjDYM3nw/s320/20221117_083223%20(2).jpg" width="164" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #4a3932;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am
waiting patiently for someone to play with me, trying to appear nonchalant as
if I am not worried either way but, believe me, I will be ready in an instant,
perfectly balanced to react to the slightest movement which may result in a
good game. The Mrs tiptoes carefully
around me but I am keeping an eye on her.
The Boss ignores me as he has more important things on his mind. I check to see if he is dressed in green or
camouflage which means a really good day out when work is far more interesting
than play but alas he is in his overalls which mean tinkering in the garage
where I am allowed to watch but not help.
That leaves the Mrs and she is still pretending to ignore me but I know
her game <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">–</span> she will suddenly swoop
in and snatch my teething ring with a view to throwing it as far as she can so
I can retrieve it for her to throw again...and again<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">…</span>and again<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">…</span>.</span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #4a3932;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #4a3932;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rest
assured I will never tire of this game but she often does. I live in hope that one day she will meet my
exacting standards but exercise is not her favourite pastime, she is more into
wielding brushes and sitting and gazing at the view to replicate it on paper, whereas
I would prefer to run all over the countryside, sniffing, rolling, fetching and
retrieving with the wind lifting my ears and if there is a bit of water around
that<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>s all the better <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">–</span> I<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>m in and splashing about.
It<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>s a dog<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>s life but someone has to live
it!</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-13375767230068079622022-12-31T09:54:00.001+00:002023-02-03T10:04:44.796+00:00JANUARY 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikz5msLd9mPlCA4F4T2B6EhiPjcshZae55VUj2GtTJc-jluLHL9A_emBB0QQV0qM3S7qlwL-N3Df-TeOl0BSiDiR5vm3JQrGHmeq-X3Kqx7du32YkpRjZ5WNsrY2JxLrZ-tfXaVw8KudApYz7j3FvngVt5yydlhOShxnk5RG-3TI4-O9TKfTIBFwKBHw/s2598/20221211_100644%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2598" data-original-width="2103" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikz5msLd9mPlCA4F4T2B6EhiPjcshZae55VUj2GtTJc-jluLHL9A_emBB0QQV0qM3S7qlwL-N3Df-TeOl0BSiDiR5vm3JQrGHmeq-X3Kqx7du32YkpRjZ5WNsrY2JxLrZ-tfXaVw8KudApYz7j3FvngVt5yydlhOShxnk5RG-3TI4-O9TKfTIBFwKBHw/s320/20221211_100644%20(2).jpg" width="259" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #401604; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Just
chillin’. I find this is sometimes the most comfortable
position for lazing around and being playful but the only thing against it is that
everyone else is upside down. I like
rolling about playing and in the summer, when it is really hot, it allows the
cool air to get to my tummy. I can adopt
this prone position if I wish to ingratiate myself with the Boss. It shows I trust him and would like him to
give me a good tummy tickle which I love.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #401604; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The Mrs
always looks askance at me and would prefer me to be the correct way up and not
displaying myself in such an uninhibited way. She believes certain bits of my
undercarriage are undercover underneath for a good reason and should not be on
display in such gay abandon. However she
too will laugh and give me a good tummy rub if I wriggle long enough in front
of her. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #401604; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Sometimes
the wriggling makes her nose wrinkle and I have learnt that this slight flaring
of her nasal passages usually has significant repercussions for me and means a
trip to the bathroom is in order with copious amounts of dog towels and
shampoo. Hence I am invited to jump into
the white boat and suffer a good soaking with the shower and a foaming rub all
over with bubbles. After the final
rinsing the Mrs can be quite mindful of my privacy and the shower curtain is
pulled across concealing my presence.
Wondering why she has suddenly seen the need to give me a bit of private
time in the bath I am seized with the sudden need to shake all the excess water
from my fur. At this point she is
usually busy laying my towels out across the floor and when she feels I have
had enough privacy and shaking she pulls the shower curtain back and I am
invited to jump out onto the towels while she rubs my coat dry. I love this part and help her by holding the
towels in my mouth and rolling all over the place pulling the towels with me
and getting in a right pickle. This
usually ends with yet another tummy rub but without the nose wrinkling which is
always a good sign –
peace and love.</span><span style="background-color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-27725284027104139062022-10-31T14:21:00.001+00:002022-12-05T14:26:51.707+00:00NOVEMBER 2022<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxPJMuVP4tDVkXvLuJEM61fh3pY0o0cPehzxA-KNe5-s6rC2GKEJunf5VqlqKPf0gb02LkKfEwd2XOouY7ZNmh9nXW66Pc5ZKxyijQH7Yf--mRKFV3qJktu9THMp7WYtMFC3SZ_xjUZxDjNThvL3TdeBPD8cuviqJUIuwogf0Udbwshqay3J6Ig47r5w/s4000/20221019_144207%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxPJMuVP4tDVkXvLuJEM61fh3pY0o0cPehzxA-KNe5-s6rC2GKEJunf5VqlqKPf0gb02LkKfEwd2XOouY7ZNmh9nXW66Pc5ZKxyijQH7Yf--mRKFV3qJktu9THMp7WYtMFC3SZ_xjUZxDjNThvL3TdeBPD8cuviqJUIuwogf0Udbwshqay3J6Ig47r5w/w272-h362/20221019_144207%20(2).jpg" width="272" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #4f3232;">I am
guarding my ice cream cone. I live in
hope that one day it may well produce some tasty ice cream with a nice crisp
biscuit cone but something tells me it will never happen. This was a present from the Miniatures when I
was a baby and was filled with frozen water to soothe my teething. The Mrs has long since stopped filling it
with frozen water and just lets me play with it empty. It is one of the few things I treasure and have
not chewed to destruction.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #4f3232;">I have yet
to learn how to share my toys….the Boss is teaching me to fetch vermin he has
shot and I don’t mind giving that up as he seemed incredibly pleased with me
when I recently retrieved and gave give him the pigeon he had shot. I am not old enough yet to attend his game
shoots as I get very excited when I meet other dogs and people and until I calm
down a bit he says I am not in the right frame of mind to completely obey his
commands or the commands of the Mrs. I
am still learning the correct etiquette when exposed to social situations but
it is very hard when all I want to do is play.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #4f3232;">The Mrs
refuses to play fetch with me if I will not give up the ball – I must learn to
share. The Miniatures recently gave me a
large round ball with two handles sticking out either side. This was to instigate a pulling game but I
found it a bit annoying as I couldn’t get the ball in my mouth so one evening
when the Boss was engrossed in his ball playing sports on the TV and the Mrs was
rolling her eyes ignoring the sport preferring to read her book, I chewed off
the two handles so I could get the ball into my mouth easily. I immediately took it to the Mrs to
play. She looked confused, not
recognising my toy but then she spotted bits of red rubber all over the floor. My plan to show I was learning to share backfired
badly as she was very cross about what she considered to be a ruined toy
despite my obvious joy in now being able to get the whole ball into my mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
<span style="background-color: #4f3232;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">The
Boss was sympathetic as the ball was confiscated, the mess on the floor swept
up and I was put to bed. I will stick
to ice cream in future. </span><br /> </span></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-49484787745676978902022-09-30T09:03:00.000+01:002022-11-28T09:16:58.325+00:00OCTOBER<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcC5N_7n30iODGwQaprgd6a3gHm9juzrRydG5A1RiPzMjDtKH5hZr_2HF1N7zmf-O4FgpHlYMc-dMSSWWB-92iMSVmVGn3uTuHK7Bi_fJEIZDBHQP0mPSUc5b8UVuXnn5Y98ie3WB145W19ZUMZDNiDo9dOMEl4SoSlhk0te91sUXh0V3lmNpmfULblw/s3047/20221012_142530%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3047" data-original-width="2023" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcC5N_7n30iODGwQaprgd6a3gHm9juzrRydG5A1RiPzMjDtKH5hZr_2HF1N7zmf-O4FgpHlYMc-dMSSWWB-92iMSVmVGn3uTuHK7Bi_fJEIZDBHQP0mPSUc5b8UVuXnn5Y98ie3WB145W19ZUMZDNiDo9dOMEl4SoSlhk0te91sUXh0V3lmNpmfULblw/s320/20221012_142530%20(2).jpg" width="212" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #6c4838; color: white; font-size: medium;">I have been trained to <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“</span>fetch
my bowl<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">”</span> when it is feeding time.
The Mrs taught me this trick. The
trick is attached to another training session which started with the order to <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“</span>stay<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">”</span>. My bowl is filled with my favourite food, a
pastime that is watched avidly by me and sometimes accompanied by a bit of
dancing around on my part however once the bowl is full I then have to <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“</span>sit<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">”</span>
and <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“</span>stay<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">”</span> in place while the Mrs walks around the
garden deciding where to put my bowl. I
can<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>t say she exactly hides it but it is never in the same place
twice<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">……</span>she makes it a game<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">…</span>..one which I am not always amused
by! Once she has placed the bowl to her
satisfaction she returns to me <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">–</span> this can sometimes take up to five
minutes if she is distracted by something else in the garden like a stray weed
or a newly ripened raspberry. She
praises me for sitting and staying, even though she knows how much my stomach
is desperate for food she makes sure I know she is pleased with me but I am not
sure if she is aware of how impatient I am with her. Once she is satisfied I have understood how
good I am for staying she points to the bowl and says <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“</span>find him<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">”</span>
and I race around the garden following my nose until I come upon my food bowl
full of yummy dinner. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #6c4838; color: white; font-size: medium;">As her memory is nowhere near as
good as mine she has now invented this new trick to <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“</span>fetch my bowl<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">”</span>
as she obviously can<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">’</span>t remember where she put it. Hence I return carrying the bowl to be
praised and patted which instigates the above feeding session. I have however, been known to fetch my bowl
on numerous odd occasions throughout the day in the hope of fooling her into
doling out an interim feed. This does
not seem to work so her memory may not be as bad as I thought it was and there
is no way I can fool the Boss as he is very strict with my feeding regime but I
am a Labrador and always live in hope of receiving food<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">……</span>..</span></p><p>
</p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-48762725542246108762022-08-31T12:23:00.000+01:002022-11-28T09:13:50.815+00:00SEPTEMBER 2022<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqaunkVNmEo1rgbdPZZNnvADLU81Av6OXNNZTUBICl2D5q0Z72uNroF-Xr-EuNQ-l1msdQfWoXEBK3evOGQMmmjYrFzt3Efh1Bf232so8DkoBE6woO7L_S0J4RJkd29nLu7qhZpSZFYYSH3RfJKGP4aoCgaEEI15SA24VYSsTefrtFK8XzYyJenl6cA/s476/SEPTEMBER%202022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="308" height="415" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqaunkVNmEo1rgbdPZZNnvADLU81Av6OXNNZTUBICl2D5q0Z72uNroF-Xr-EuNQ-l1msdQfWoXEBK3evOGQMmmjYrFzt3Efh1Bf232so8DkoBE6woO7L_S0J4RJkd29nLu7qhZpSZFYYSH3RfJKGP4aoCgaEEI15SA24VYSsTefrtFK8XzYyJenl6cA/w268-h415/SEPTEMBER%202022.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><p style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, "sans-serif";">00h,
there is nothing like a bit of plastic to spend a few hours sniffing, licking,
chewing, biting, gnawing and generally destroying and making all sorts of
crackling noises with. This one is my idea of heaven - Creme Fraiche!!
You couldn’t ask for a better one unless they do beef flavoured creme
fraiche! This photo is of my first taste so to speak…I spent a fair few
minutes just holding it and savouring the feeling of what was to come before
running around the garden showing off my prize. The Mrs gave it to me but
not before she had demolished most of the contents inside leaving me with just a lick
and the excitement of a new toy to chew up. The Mrs thinks this is
cheaper than buying toys for me from the pet shop as I have already chewed or eaten three footballs, numerous tennis balls, several flower pots, the floating fountain from the
fish pond, an electrical charging point for the Mrs phone, an uncountable
number of logs, sticks, branches and off cuts from the wood shed; removed
the eyes, ears, ribbons, stuffing, and general insides of numerous soft toys
including my own bed!</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, "sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Apparently this is my teething period and I have been assured from
the Boss that I will grow out of it but I am not sure I want to as it is great
fun, especially creme fraiche. Only time will tell!</span></span><o:p></o:p></p><br />BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-74889789903319623812022-07-31T12:15:00.001+01:002022-10-13T12:24:36.538+01:00AUGUST 2022<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikEbG0XYSb-qu74Gj5oKxQDwNwnuEozLlpYMWC9iDcBqkdifsu9VhapSZCxYt6pTtvr_z4GvgtRzWSD2dppd8WqwU3td_OckbN8bgwkhCX6m8JC2CD2QyMHFPfpN_khINfr3wgkAvkuzU_ewKZ40iMKCTakg73U9ANw7-PV10JltjAp8rFqxilWuZ3ow/s308/august%202022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="279" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikEbG0XYSb-qu74Gj5oKxQDwNwnuEozLlpYMWC9iDcBqkdifsu9VhapSZCxYt6pTtvr_z4GvgtRzWSD2dppd8WqwU3td_OckbN8bgwkhCX6m8JC2CD2QyMHFPfpN_khINfr3wgkAvkuzU_ewKZ40iMKCTakg73U9ANw7-PV10JltjAp8rFqxilWuZ3ow/s1600/august%202022.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><p></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">These
are my footprints. At first I thought there was an invisible canine
friend following me everywhere. Each time I turned around he
disappeared! Couldn’t make it out! I became quite excited thinking
I had a secret playmate. My other ephemeral playmate is also
apparent in this picture……he only shows himself when the sun comes out, always
darker than me and just as jumpy and playful but I could never catch him no
matter how hard I twisted and turned and pounced on him. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">The Mrs
tried to explain that it was my shadow and only showed up when the sun shone….
the opposite of the paw prints…. they only appear when I have wet feet and
disappear very quickly when the sun shines. They are also non-existent in
wet weather, indistinguishable from the rest of the wetness. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I got
the picture in the end and now rely on the Mrs and the Boss to play with
me. I also love to be entertained by the miniatures, although the Mrs
says time flies and they are growing fast and are not really miniature any more
but they still love to play with me and are hugely entertaining.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="background-color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri, "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Regarding wet paw prints the Mrs tried training me to wipe my feet
on the mat but then when I found out I could swim the feet wiping went by the
board as the whole wet body towelling came into being. Despite me trying
to help by holding the towel in my teeth this is apparently not helpful and the
Boss usually has to intervene with stern warnings to sit still. I love
swimming and the vigorous towelling afterwards makes up for the fact that I
actually have no imaginary friends ……… just lots of real ones.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
<span style="background-color: #783f04;"> </span></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-17430510309307113292022-06-30T14:32:00.003+01:002022-10-13T11:59:24.519+01:00JULY 2022<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sOGuzMlLx7C5J91Y8csxeux_vtse8TMzEMm7TSMfYzzlevbO07S_D0dL3_BkWPvzMgmzJp7lGaxENekNrW1l5yPhncQ3LKZykqYuJ2wKWZ11RVA03yVCTgtgMabqyowtzqzySl9ZVhN99wrPctHR1_hnFPP0BRmdm-rIbVtfoqwpZF-S4BcTH4FQVA/s1024/IMG-20220502-WA0000%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sOGuzMlLx7C5J91Y8csxeux_vtse8TMzEMm7TSMfYzzlevbO07S_D0dL3_BkWPvzMgmzJp7lGaxENekNrW1l5yPhncQ3LKZykqYuJ2wKWZ11RVA03yVCTgtgMabqyowtzqzySl9ZVhN99wrPctHR1_hnFPP0BRmdm-rIbVtfoqwpZF-S4BcTH4FQVA/s320/IMG-20220502-WA0000%20(2).jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #401f1f;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My first
visit to the Village Store. Another new
experience but I had to wait outside as the Mrs said I would not be welcome
inside. I had a sudden dip in confidence
and thought my popularity was waning……..why would I not be welcome but
apparently this is The Rule. Dogs are
not allowed in shops unless you are special and although I am wearing my
medallion I am apparently not special enough to be allowed in.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #401f1f;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rules are
something I am gradually learning about at home. One rule is I am not allowed on the furniture
– this is apparently completely forbidden.
When I was small I used to sit on the Bosses lap every evening but now I
am too big for that so I have to be content with sitting on his feet
instead. I did try sitting in his chair
once when he had gone off to hit little white balls and left me behind but my
devotion was not received well by the Mrs who was also left behind! More recently the miniatures persuaded me
onto the sofa with them but we got caught and not only did I get a telling off,
so did the miniatures so everyone joined me in the dog house for a while. Another rule is no bone chewing in the
house. I can’t understand why the Mrs
dislikes my nice meaty, sinewy, succulent knuckle bones but she pulls a face
every time I appear in the door way with one in my mouth only to be told to
‘take it outside’. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #401f1f;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
walking rule means no pulling on the lead when we go out. I am not allowed to take the Mrs for a walk,
only she is allowed to take me…...you get my drift? The command ‘heel’ and the small tugs on my
lead mean I have to walk sensibly next to her and not four feet in front. I would like to stop at every small scent to
add it to my repertoire and even leave a few of my own but the Mrs says I have
no excuse for that behaviour, if I was a guide dog for a blind person they
would not like to be constantly stopping or even bumping into posts because I
could not control my nose or my bladder.
When I am off the lead it is a completely different story but that is for
another day…..<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #401f1f;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It has
been quite hard learning all these things but I am happy as the Boss and the
Mrs seem happy with my progress meaning I get even more love and cuddles. So getting back to the shop rule, I don’t
mind not being special and having to sit outside as many people stop to reward
me with a lovely pat and a chat…..some rules are easy to follow.</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-73653782696204864132022-05-31T12:03:00.003+01:002022-10-13T12:30:25.336+01:00JUNE 2022<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyiCi6Uzn9sf2ETWWff-Dlg-P46W6O-607IGS5wrr3hXTIm3JvT6S_clMGaYFLjHFfjY15XTypYD4A2uYw6Vw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-50857337996450498572022-04-30T10:33:00.001+01:002022-10-13T12:46:23.518+01:00MAY 2022<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVCEQj4M2mB8N8iO75tNsJ2CzcMe7DI839be_uWxkJbai5sKAq1wfxXgUuFreraXBTduLm0yVdRIBNSKvlYGLjGEd_4R4GH4JcsON_V2rihJB2KpXCk-UlUyArRG8kiMXlXCL40B0OdSJ5VWlAPowNJIpAvHGpoG4uq32NtWwAAx9icnbHk1xOvgF0w/s2048/MAY%202022.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1916" data-original-width="2048" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVCEQj4M2mB8N8iO75tNsJ2CzcMe7DI839be_uWxkJbai5sKAq1wfxXgUuFreraXBTduLm0yVdRIBNSKvlYGLjGEd_4R4GH4JcsON_V2rihJB2KpXCk-UlUyArRG8kiMXlXCL40B0OdSJ5VWlAPowNJIpAvHGpoG4uq32NtWwAAx9icnbHk1xOvgF0w/s320/MAY%202022.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #783f04; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">They call me Medallion Man! I have no idea what that means except I now
wear this gold medallion and it is really annoying. It bangs on my metal feeding bowl every time
I dive into my food so the Mrs knows I am making a bit of a pig of myself by
the rate of <span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">“</span>dings<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">”</span> it makes against the side of the bowl<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">…</span>..
can<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">’</span>t get away with anything now.
Apparently I must wear it because if I stray away from the curtilage of
the dwelling (their words, not mine) whoever finds me can look at this
medallion and contact the Boss and the Mrs and instruct them on how to find me,
but let me tell you I have no intention of going anywhere too far from my food
bowl and the cuddles I get here.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #783f04; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><a name="_heading=h.7em86nttgh4b"></a>The
medallion is attached to a collar which I must also wear from now on except,
the Boss tells me, when I will be working with him on the shoot when it will be
removed for safety reasons. Apparently
it is dangerous for a dog to wear a collar during this work as it can end up
strangling me if it gets caught on something in the undergrowth. Although this work will not be for some time
as I am too young yet I was relieved that at least I will get some reprieve
from this irritation. I keep scratching
at it but it refuses to come off and makes even more jingling noise so I put up
with the collar and the medallion and might just produce a bit of a swagger to
go with the image<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">……</span>I do have a very hairy chest.</span><o:p style="background-color: white;"></o:p></p><p>
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</w:wrap></span></v:imagedata></v:shape><span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">BEAUREGARD’S BLOG: Since I
last spoke to you I am feeling a lot more confident around the house and garden
and the Boss says I have got a lot heavier.
He knows this as I sit on his lap most evenings watching the box on the
wall while the Mrs complains about yet another repeat episode of Last of the
Summer Wine. The Boss smiles to himself
while clutching the TV controller and I am content as long as he continues
tickling my ears.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">To keep
me occupied I have also accumulated a number of toys, some of which I have been
given, some found, and some which the Mrs confiscates because she says they are
bits of the garden which should not be brought in doors. They look like toys to me and I have great
fun shredding, chewing and generally demolishing them, after which the Mrs descends
upon me with dustpan and brush and I am persuaded to remove myself from indoors
to outdoors.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">This yellow ball was a
found object in the garden but one the Mrs did not seem to mind me playing
with. The snapshot here is the first
time I played with it and I found a hole in the top which seemed to blow air at
me when I pushed it with my nose or tried to pick it up in my mouth. I soon got the hang of the game but after a
long play chasing it around the garden, grabbing , chewing and biting it as
hard as I could, it changed into a flat pancake and lost the ability to
roll. The Boss watches with amusement
as the Mrs saves the day each time this happens by finding a straw to fit into
the hole and blows hard to return it to its original shape. She says she is definitely not letting her
chops touch it after mine have - hence the straw but once it is round again she
is not averse to throwing it for me to fetch so that I can start the game all
over again. She said occasionally some
things filled with hot air need to be gradually deflated and as the Boss is so
keen on repeat episodes so the game goes on</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">…</span></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"> </p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-45139255688586457782022-02-28T16:51:00.001+00:002022-10-13T12:45:18.035+01:00MARCH 2022<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzcHoi6nIYd8xgb6EMZNlhB09os2fwyrSGwY0W0ILSp7DB87JLoNU6A3esvGyujxLm6s1a_2WaJdP5p-8VRAQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529784018096164972.post-52191977668075088462022-01-31T17:18:00.003+00:002022-10-13T12:44:24.649+01:00FEBRUARY 2022<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSLzUy6gEprGSUYdux3HOaB8sFRRuEbw4Eaj5aR2Q4fntwM21xVei3ZD-w9b13Qr_zicb68vnQWfsgDxElLkpfnQdBfZ5nwg3pnRPevWN4h5I2zCQMd0M5VakfQKmM-7laCqllVNqfzOfO02c9S_SoyDzssgvkvRN5YV-gjYtZ62-oog3qfyVEZt5FvA/s708/March.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="704" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSLzUy6gEprGSUYdux3HOaB8sFRRuEbw4Eaj5aR2Q4fntwM21xVei3ZD-w9b13Qr_zicb68vnQWfsgDxElLkpfnQdBfZ5nwg3pnRPevWN4h5I2zCQMd0M5VakfQKmM-7laCqllVNqfzOfO02c9S_SoyDzssgvkvRN5YV-gjYtZ62-oog3qfyVEZt5FvA/s320/March.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>Hello,
may I introduce myself.</span><span> </span><span>My name is
Beauregard but as this is a bit of a mouthful for a small chap like me I have
requested it be shortened to Beau.</span><span> </span><span>You
may have known Bert my late distant second cousin once removed whom I am told I
greatly resemble. </span><span> </span><span>In fact he is so
removed that he is no longer here but I definitely get a faint feeling of his
existence and the love that was felt for him which is a great comfort after
leaving my own real parents.</span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>I only
came to live here a couple of weeks ago and am still investigating my new owners
the Boss and Mrs, the extended family and also the house and garden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Certain
parts of the house are regarded as no go zones for me and in the accessible
parts I have be accompanied at all times on account of my inability to completely
control my bladder yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I only have to
pose a certain way or move several feet from my last resting place to have
either the Boss or the Mrs jumping up from their resting place, scrutinising my
anatomy and undercarriage and accompanying me to the garden to see if I will
perform.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I can manage to squeeze out a
drop or indeed spend a very large penny then praise if heaped upon my head and
pats and cuddles are given with free abandon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I think I am getting the hang of this as I do so enjoy being
petted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As for the other I think it</span><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">’</span><span>s a bit indelicate to go into
too much information here but I will point out that each deposit is quickly
disposed of, so much so that I can hardly remember where I last did it, however
as long it is in the garden somewhere then the praise and cuddles are well
worth it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>I have
had my first visit to the vet and she gave me the needle, although I have to
say I didn</span><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">’</span><span>t feel a thing but the
Boss nearly passed out, apparently he doesn</span><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">’</span><span>t like needles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
gave him a licky kiss and told him I was fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We wobbled out of the door and went straight home for a restorative bowl
of puppy food and a stiff brandy (for him).</span><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>BEAUhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12952882659998165759noreply@blogger.com1