Boot Camp revisited

Friends, collies, dogs in training,

Spring is upon us and here I am, back in our caravan. Already I’m in training for this year’s assault on The Munros. We did a nice little fell called Gowbarrow, to get us back into the swing of it and then we were really in the hills the next day, up at Griesdale Tarn. There was lots of white stuff on the peaks which made it v. v. v cold, so I wasn’t allowed to go swimming, which put me in a strop.

The old girl is now nearly 14 and she was struggling a bit jumping up the big rocks but, she’s a gallant old thing and wasn’t for throwing in the towel just yet. I hope I don’t get creaky like her though. It reminds me of how B is when she tries to get up after one of our long walks.

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In addition to the walking, there seems to be a new dimension to my training this year. Having conquered the poor recall with the whistle and cheese technique, and the chasing of woolly things with sit and cheese technique, we are now going to try and bottom out the fascination with, and nipping of, moving feet. Paws up, I have got a lot worse. Now, just anyone who passes within about 3 metres of me is putting the integrity of the skin around their ankles in jeopardy.

The regime goes like this:

1. Before I have even spotted the enemy ahead I gets a treat. Very nice it is too.

2. Then, we pulls of to the side, I sit nicely and I get another treat. Not bad so far.

3. As they are passing, I am distracted by a fast and constant supply of treats. Can’t complain about that.

4. The icing on the cake. If I have behave well thus far I get a very satisfying quantity of my favourite farmhouse mature cheddar. Good job B and David.

Seems like the diet is off then 🙂

And so to bed, sleeping very happily.

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Love Ben  xx

Going off message with your permission – re my survey results!

Friends, collies, Bo & Sunny

I’m so pleased you don’t mind when I stray a little from the hills, to let you in on the musings of a young dog about the very confusing world he has been catapulted into.

Well… I’ve been sitting on this one but a recent bit of intelligence has tipped me over the edge. In all honesty, I’m barking mad about it. Did you know there has been a long and noble history of something similar to me at the seat of the most powerful government for 150 years. Fair enough, there has also been a feline kicking around Downing Street for a bit, ingratiating itself with a number of incumbents, but I guess that is a reasonable representation of the state of play: dogs in Washington, cats in London; sorry Tink 😦

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https://www.whitehousehistory.org/white-house-pets/top-dogs-at-the-white-house

Well apparently – with the new man – all that is a thing of the past. I think that says it all. After all our stately duties and ambassadorial appearances, to say nothing of our calming properties soothing the great minds of high office. No longer is there a guiding bark to steer the President’s tweeting hand. I can only predict that nothing good will come of this.

Can you imagine what I would do if I could get close to those ankles? Guess what, B wouldn’t even try to restrain me, despite her pacifist tendencies.

What would you do if you were a dog? Please only reply with things that won’t close my blog down forever.

Burying my head in the sand Ben’s Towers.

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Love Ben x