Water Baby

retrieve

retrieve

It’s safe to say that Max does not like the water.

He’s spent an extraordinary amount of time getting wet with weekly baths to sort out his skin problem so I can understand the aversion to it.

not letting the stick go

not letting the stick go

But even before the allergy started, he wasn’t the first into the sea or any body of water that you’d throw a stick into.

He might venture into the shallows to retrieve a treat but we have lost a lot of balls and toys on the beaches of norfolk because he just won’t go in to get them if a swim or deep water of any kind is required.

Hamlet and Max waiting for the throw

Hamlet and Max waiting for the throw

Add a bit of competition though and that is a completely different matter as we found out recently.

fish eye olloclip lens on iPhone 5

fish eye olloclip lens on iPhone 5

We have my sis’s JRT, Hamlet with us for a while again and we took Max for a walk with him to a pond nearby and as soon as there was a chance that Hamlet might beat him to the retrieve, he was right in there.

I've got it!!

I’ve got it!!

 

Swimming no less!!! (well, it actually looked a lot like drowning a lot of the time to be fair).

It was such a lovely evening that we stayed for ages, wearing out the boys and enjoying the sun set.

sun set

sun set

 

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Hot Dog

the chase

the chase

It feels like an age since we were on the beach with Max and his little blue ball and this warm weather really makes you want to be somewhere with a cool breeze and easy access to the water.

cool damp sand under foot

cool damp sand under foot

This heat is very hard on dogs and owners are frighteningly careless with their 4 legged friend’s wellbeing at this time of year.

retrieved

retrieved

There are too many tales of windscreens having to be smashed to relieve a distressed and possibly dying dog in a hot car.  Too many feet injuries from hot tarmac and surfaces that we protect ourselves against with shoes.

and very pleased with himself

and very pleased with himself

We’re pretty diligent and since Max now has fur (long story), he feels the heat much more than before. He didn’t have a high rate of tolerance for it at the best of times and has been to drag along on his late afternoon/early evening second walk when it is warm and humid.

He is a terrier however and he isn’t beyond baking himself on the decking before retreating to the shade panting like a steam train but he’s able to control that.

It is easy for a little dog to forget about cooling off when he is tanking around enjoying ourself when it is hot. And I think it is easy for owners to forget too.

cool as....

cool as….

The beach offers the chance to cool off in the water and as long as there is fresh water to drink (the effects of drinking sea water are pretty unpleasant, rapid and can be quite dramatic), it’s the best place to be in the sunshine.

hot dog

hot dog

Even so, JC found a novel way to cool Max right down. He was buried up to his neck in cool damp sand while we were taking a well earned rest and a bit of a snooze over the papers.

He loved it and stayed there for ages. He even managed 40 winks at one point.

nodding off

nodding off

 


love bug

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love bug biccies

I’m not much of a baker and although I used to love it as a teenager, I don’t have much time for it these days. There is always something I’d rather be doing if I was honest.

a plate of bugs

a plate of bugs

But Valentines Day is a tricky calendar event when it comes to us girls getting for our boys.

fizz and love bugs

fizz and love bugs

My plan was to make some romantic sweet biscuits for JC.  So, I thought I’d spend friday evening making these cute little love bug biscuits.

It was quite therapeutic and fun too although I am clearly short of certain tools such as icing bag and nozzles which meant the icing bug head, tail and spots are painted on with a brush.

half finished love bugs (I like these and will make them like this next time)

half finished love bugs (I like these and will make them like this next time)

Not my best artistic endeavours but they are tasty and look really cute.

shadows of the heart cut outs

shadows of the heart cut outs

Might have to rethink next year though as I’m not sure they went down quite as I had planned. LOL.


fun fun fun

you won't catch me

you won’t catch me

We had a wonderful weekend away with friends last weekend.  Their luscious long legged lady, Agnes came with them.

gotcha

gotcha

She and Max officially love each other to bits.

what's that you say?

what’s that you say?

It is very sweet to watch them and they never seem to tire of the endless entertainment that is to be had from play.

what's that you say?

no way!!!

They conk out every now and again but the spells of rest are short lived and they are off with their playfulness once more.

eeek!!

eeek!!

The expressions are hilarious and even though there are teeth on show during the whole game, there are moment when they really look like they are having a bit of a kiss and a cuddle.

chase me, go on!!

chase me, go on!!

It is exhausting to watch but completely engrossing.

Their physical closeness and joy that they find in each other is very sweet. If they were human, you’d tell them to get a room! It is intimate and physically close and there is nothing but play and fun in that closeness. Highly recommended I’d say!!

full submission

full submission

It is also an exercise in outwitting your opponent and moving just that bit quicker than them.

Other times they look like they are just whispering the very best secret ever to one another.

lots of mouthing and fake biting

lots of mouthing and fake biting

There is nibbling, fake biting and getting as much of your opponents actual head into your mouth as possible

Tantalising and incredibly funny to watch.

and relax!!

and relax!!

There was a LOT of sleeping on Monday with no more playful distractions.


it’s getting hot in here

sleeping sitting up

sleeping sitting up

This recent hot weather is really tough on dogs and it is so sad to hear that there are still people leaving their dogs in cars to die or walking them on hot tarmac until their feet burn and blister.

sunbathing

sunbathing

Our old boy, Hamlet has always loved the sun and used to spend hours on the lawn lapping it up. (He may have been a lizard in a previous life).

ready?

ready?

He still enjoys it but he certainly gets hot and the heat that we have been getting have seen him struggling. He has a heart murmur too so we have to be quite vigilant and not let him get over hot. he has had odd little funny turns in the past which may be related to his ticker, heat and dehydration so we do as much as we can to try to prevent repeats of these.

thirsty

thirsty

In order to avoid the heat of the day I’m getting up at about 5.30 to walk them and JC has been hosing them down to cool them off when it is particularly bad. I’m not sure they actually like this ‘shower’  but it certainly makes them more comfortable as it evaporates out of their coats.

eyeing up the ice

eyeing up the ice

When faced with the prospect though, they don’t seem to appreciate the benefits and they have been known to hide. Max definitely does a runner when he sees the hoes or the tin bath.

 

no one will see me here

no one will see me here

They even hide after they have been drenched (although I’m not sure what they think that will achieve). Bless!

sleeping in his hiding place in the sweet woodruff

sleeping in his hiding place in the sweet woodruff

Ice cubes in their drinking water have helped and getting them to lick ice cubes instead of gulping lots of water is great for keeping them hydrated without the risk of them throwing it back up.

Max isn’t great at doing ice cubes and tolerates them in his water but Hamlet likes to have them thrown for him to catch and crunch.

catching ice cubes

catching ice cubes

He’s quite an enthusiastic little dog (read bonkers!!) whether it’s going out, chasing a ball or catching a treat so catching ice cubes brings a bit of a wild look in his old eye.

ready for another one

ready for another one

He would stand there waiting for them eternally I think.

 

As always, hugely entertaining and endlessly funny.


a lusciously long legged lady

princess agnes

princess agnes

what can I say about Agnes?

chilling

chilling in what has become her favourite spot in our home

In fairness, the title does most of it for me.

chatting while chillaxing

chatting while chillaxing

She is a very lovely saluki cross lurcher from a rescue charity

chilling

chilling

she is about 2 years old

yes?

yes?

she loves chasing squirrels

snoozing happily

snoozing happily

she can jump higher than ANY dog I have ever seen

snuggly

snuggly

she is as fast as grease lightening

curled up into the tiniest ball

curled up into the tiniest ball

she is VERY, VERY gorgeous

want to hear a secret?

want to hear a secret?

Max adores her

yes

yes

and she is very well loved!!

She lives with and loves friends of ours who are local and she came to us for the day recently.  She and Max have great fun tearing about the place chasing one another until neither can keep their eyes open a moment longer!!

It’s like a whirlwind but they are a treat to watch and could not be more different to one another – agnes is fine and delicate, gliding over the face of this lovely earth like a whisper, whereas max is solid and makes the noise of a heard of small elephants when he is on the move (no matter what the pace and no matter what the surface!!)


Feathered Rats

there they are

there they are

I’m not particularly keen on pigeons.

They are pests in the city and they are pests in the countryside.

They will roost almost anywhere, eat anything and make the most smelly, dirty mess. Yuck!!

I’m not alone in my disliking; my niece is unreasonably fearful of them and there are lots of people who invest a lot of hours in the pursuit of killing them.

grrrr

grrrr

Someone who illustrates his own disliking in a much more entertaining way is Max of course.

there!

there!

He diligently guards the bird feeders (when he’s not helping his greedy little self to anything that falls to the ground!!) and goes charging into the garden to skidaddle them whenever his vigilance has faltered and they’ve had the temerity to return!

lots of barking

lots of barking

His pursuit of them doesn’t stop there though, there is a barn on a walk that we do over the weekends that has doves in it and he clearly doesn’t distinguish, they’re all the same as far as he is concerned.

move

move

The noise he makes is deafening and reverberates around the barn. Bales don’t get in his way, machinery is no deterrent and once he is on his mission, he is difficult to drag away.

still there!

still there!

Needless to say, the pigeons (or doves for that matter) don’t hang around for long with that kind of din but the sight of a raging terrier stotting about on the ground below them must be more amusing than truly terrifying.