It’s kinda frosty here just now but that’s no problem to a tough dude like me. It’s been around -5c on the beach but the sun has been shining and it feels much warmer, especially as there’s no wind. If there’s wind my mum hates it because it blows her about and she gets sand in her contact lenses which is a nightmare for her.
She told me not to go in the water but there was lovely creamy foam so what’s a surf dog like me to do but have a splash and throw up the froth?
My mum had thoughtfully taken my new wrap down to the beach so that I could be cosy and drying off on the way home. When you’re drenched you don’t mind your tail being manhandled through the back end at all. Mmm, I love my surf wrap.
What a wonderful Christmas Day we all had – long lie-in, goose liver for breakfast (had to share with felines, unfortunately), doggy treats throughout the day and guests to fuss me. Then there was the fabulous present from the Irish Aunt and sprog – a doggy wrap for drying me off after the beach. My mum, who didn’t buy me anything, laughed and said I looked like a boxer! I’m not a boxer, I told her, I’m a springer spaniel (English)! A boxer – a fighter – about to go in the ring, wrapped in a personalised robe. Oh, I understand now…Surf Dog it says – yep, that’s me right enough, surfing spaniel superieur.
I had to model it yesterday, of course, but today we used it for real. I got really muddy on the playing fields with IA and sprog so it was a hose-down in the yard before I was allowed in the house. Not just in the house but in the sitting room where I’m usually dog non grata while wet.
It was very cosy and I had a fabulous sleep while it absorbed the water. Then my mum unwrapped me and hung it to dry for tomorrow.
I’m sure those cats are real jealous, not that you can tell from the disdainful looks on their faces – or is that cos they’re wearing bows?
You might think I’m daft, but I’m one of those dogs who is happy that Christmas only comes once a year. Yes, there’s a big day with lots of treats not normally allowed, but it’s torture being dressed up in reindeer antlers and asked to pose. I wrecked one pair but my mum bought new ones and continues to humiliate me. The cats, of course, will have none of it. Marley shrugged them off in a trice and Cleo made herself scarce. So it was muggins, as usual, who faced the camera. Next thing she’ll be hiring me out to Santa and I’ll have to pull that great heavy sleigh. At least I don’t have a red nose!
Marley (above) Cleo (left); far left – me trashing the antlers!
Back from a lovely trip to Scotland to see my Aunty Avril and my four-legged relatives again. I get to ride in the back seat of the car – fastened down, mind – when we go on a longer trip so I can see everything as we drive.
I had a wonderful time – three walks one day! – and my mum says I was thoroughly spoilt.
This is me in the car with my mum then out and about in the woodlands. My Aunty Avril believes in dogs getting lots of treats and I was allowed to sleep in my mum’s bedroom – no way is this tolerated at home! – so I could sneak up and snuggle in to her while she was asleep. And all thw while those pesky cats were home alone!
This is me having a happy time with Ben, and treat-time!
We didn’t get home without trauma, however. My mum took a detour to have the car washed and I was petrified – jumped right over into the passenger seat even though I was fastened to the seatbelt in the back! My mum said I was a wuss. That’s not fair – she knows I don’t like water from a hose!