tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469737852762132842024-02-20T09:14:22.424-08:00Rolo's BlogI'm a delinquent but much loved Border Terrier and this is my opportunity to bark back at the world! I have a view on most things and I'm not afraid to share.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger231125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-25186300454823920562020-02-13T10:05:00.000-08:002020-02-13T10:05:43.020-08:00A Year On....
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<span lang="EN-US">Dear Rolo,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It’s been a year my old friend.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I think we both knew that morning that’s we’d
reached the end of our journey together. I don’t know why it was important for
you to wear a clean coat for that final outing, but it was. We said goodbye to
all of your favourite places in the garden - you always loved being carried
like a baby. And then to the Vets, wrapped in the blanket we all knitted for
your arrival in our family, as a puppy. I held you in my arms, we told you we
loved you, stroked your ears, and felt you softly pass. It was beautiful in its
own way. It’s how I’d like to go one day: gently, surrounded by love. We
brought you home and placed you in your bed so Teddy could say goodbye. We all
sat quietly in the kitchen. He knew. Then we took you to Peaceways. The man
there was lovely. He had Borders himself and he said he’d look after you. I
believed him. We left you in the chapel of rest. Our final goodbye.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I grieved more for you than I have for some
people. I haven’t cried that much since I was a child, but I make no apology. I
was saying goodbye to your constant, naughty, joyful, carefree presence but
also to the sixteen years you represented. The children grown and gone, the
small hands in mine, the simple, uncomplicated love. I made a monument to you
in the garden with a plaque. Never knowingly well-behaved. Dead but no saint,
true to your memory. I chose the clematis carefully, flowering from November
when you were born to February when you died, white on the outside, but cheeky,
rampant red freckles on the inside. Teddy has never peed on it, out of respect.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">A year on and I still think about you often. You
are the benchmark for any Teddy misbehavior, but you’ve got no competition -
he’s a very different dog. We remember you with a wry smile. You were funny,
naughty, charming, greedy, child-loving, unafraid, and you lived life joyously,
to the full, to the end. I will try to do the same. Thank you for being our
dog. Thank you for being our children’s beloved pet. Thank you for teaching
‘Him Indoors’ to love dogs. Thank you for being...well..you! And thank you for
letting Teddy into our lives. He loved you too and has mourned you in his own
way. One dog never replaces another, but he fills our life with his own
personality.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I will hold your memory close for the rest of my
days, until we meet again my old friend. You were and will always be, our last
and much loved Rolo.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Run free sweetheart.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Love 'Her Indoors'</span></div>
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This is the first and last time I shall appear, in person,
on Rolo’s blog and I hope he will forgive the intrusion.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Since his
passing, I have been considering what to do with it. It doesn’t feel right for
Teddy to blog in Rolo’s name, after all, he’s his own dog, but we don’t want to
lose it, as it details the ups and downs of Rolo’s life over many years, and
formed the basis of his first book, ‘The Last Rolo’. So, I’ve decided to leave
it, with this footnote, and Teddy has started his very own, squeaky clean, new
blog at <a href="http://www.teddytheborderterrier.blogspot.com/">www.teddytheborderterrier.blogspot.com</a>. His voice is different to Rolo’s but, in its own way I hope, is just as
entertaining, so please follow his exploits as he works to fill the very big
paw-prints left in Rolo’s wake.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>If you are
visiting this blog for the first time, perhaps after reading Rolo’s books, you
will be disappointed and perhaps a little sad to find that Rolo is no longer
with us. Please don’t be. He was a whirlwind of a dog, naughty, opinionated,
noisy but huge fun and he lived, for all of his sixteen years and three months,
to the absolute maximum. His life was a triumph of non-conformity, creativity
in its broadest sense, and pursuit of whatever made him happy, regardless.
Scroll back through his years of blog entries and enjoy!</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>If you come
to this blog as a regular reader, despair not, Teddy’s blog will continue the
journey. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Being owned
by Rolo has been quite an experience. From the first time we saw him when he
made his unerring way towards his ‘Juniors’ and climbed on board, choosing us,
he has been a large presence in our lives. Whatever his concerns, I’m not going
to turn him into Saint Rolo; he could be, and often was, a little bu**er! I
have despaired, I have cried, I have raged, but most of all, I have laughed.
Particular low points must be him escaping, in the run-up to Christmas, into
next-doors chickens, the incident with the grass snake feigning death to escape
him, the escapade into the other next-door garden when he ate a dead bunny and
then regurgitated it in instalments through the following day and night, and
the time he ate his way through half a bag of pelleted chicken manure, sicked
it up during our barbeque, and then, when we scattered and buried the rest
around our plants, digging that up and eating it too! Oh and the ASBO from the
Royal Mail…… the shame!</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It’s not
that he wasn’t trained; he knew right from wrong, he just always put his own
interests first, and when weighing up what was the better option, he didn’t
allow our displeasure to colour his judgement. You couldn’t leave him on his
own in a room, like a small child he had to be supervised. He was into
everything.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>On the plus
side, Rolo was bought as a family pet and he always loved children. After all,
they liked the same things he did. As far as any dog is ever 100% trustworthy
with youngsters, Rolo was, and I never once saw him grumpy. If it all got a bit
much, he just removed himself, out of reach. He was completely obsessed with
playing ball and followed us around the garden dropping it on our feet, in the
watering can, on plants, anywhere in fact where he might get it noticed enough
for it to be thrown. He had a similar frisbee obsession and used to thrust it
into the back of our legs given half a change. He was indefatigable, stoical,
and bold to the point of recklessness. </div>
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food obsessed. This was a drawback in that he ate everything, edible or not,
but it was also a plus; he could be bribed. He had surprisingly good recall as
he knew he’d get a biscuit if he came back promptly, and few things in life
could compete with a biscuit.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Like all
good, long relationships, the more you invest and love, the more it hurts when
it is torn asunder. But Rolo’s death was in the natural order of things and his
passing was very gentle, in my arms, surrounded by love. He gave us his all,
and in return, we gave <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>him everything it
was possible to give, in order for a small, naughty dog to live his life to the
full, and that, he certainly did. I’m proud he was part of our lives.<br />
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As it happens, the finale has come slightly swifter than planned, but I couldn't really see the point in hanging around once the loose ends were tidied up. I'd like to have said a final goodbye to 'Junior Her' who was due back at the weekend, but, as it is, I think it's probably better for her to remember me as I was, when we last met at Christmas.<br />
So I'd like to send a few heart-felt thank yous. I'd like to thank all my friends for their company on the interesting journey that is a dog's life. I've enjoyed Tweet-ups and Border walks, radio broadcasts and book signings, I have done pretty much everything a small dog can do, and I've done it in great company, thank you.<br />
I'd like to thank every person who's ever read my tweets, my blog, my magazine column or my books - ideally all of them. Your support for a little brown dog with a lot to say for himself has been pawsome, thank you, and if you haven't bought my books, you know what to do....I'm just saying!<br />
I'd like to thank my wider staff: Shirley and Paul, my lovely holiday carers, Danielle, as a fellow partner in mischief, Fairfield House Vets in Uckfield, particularly Kirsty, George and the ladies on reception, and finally, Jeff at Peaceways Pet Crematorium, a fellow Border Terrier owner, for looking after 'Them Indoors' at their moment of need.<br />
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And I'd like to thank my family, 'Them Indoors'. 'Junior Him' and 'Junior Her' ganged up on their parents to plot my acquisition in the first place, and I've enjoyed lively games and manly chats with 'Junior Him' and a fierce, unswerving loyalty from 'Junior Her' - what can I tell you, she has my heart. I'd like to thank 'Him Indoors' for caving in and allowing me into the family. He isn't a natural dog-lover and I like to think I've been one of the naughtiest dogs ever, so it's been an interesting relationship, but he's stuck with me through thick and thin and been there with me to the end, so thank you. I'd also like to thank 'Her Indoors' for loving me, come what may, and for doing all those unpopular bits of dog ownership that someone has to do: picking up poop, walking in the rain, cleaning floors and bedding, apologising to people and taking me to the Vets. She's worked as hard as she possibly can to give me the best quality of life right up to the end, so thank you, from the heart of my bottom!<br />
I leave my magazine column, my blog and my half finished next book, 'A Dog with Two Tails' to my apprentice, Teddy. It's been great to have some company in my final year and he's taken instruction very well. I feel I've left my family in safe paws. I also leave him my fluorescent coat and hand-knitted jumpers which I'm sure he will be thrilled about...oh and he can have my toys too!<br />
So, this takes me to the difficult bit, my final goodbye, when I turn to the bridge and leave you all behind me, in the land of the living. My final message is this: be kind to each other, love each other, be naughty given half a chance and for Dog's sake, live life to the absolute maximum for however long you are given.<br />
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Until we meet again.<br />
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Rolo the Border Terrier,<br />
23rd November 2002 - 13th of February 2019 <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rolo the broadcaster to the nation...well some of it!</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-60006783200916480252019-02-11T06:33:00.002-08:002019-02-11T06:33:56.976-08:00Get the beers in!As some of you know, my health isn't what it it was and, in the last couple of weeks I've been losing weight at a rather alarming rate. I was 7.5 kg originally, but I quickly slipped to 6.9 about ten days ago and was only 6.2kg today. I was thinking of taking up a career as a model but I'm not sure I'd do 'Her Indoors' home knits justice! Still, I made sure I didn't sit still on the scales, as usual, to try and bury the bad news, but eventually, they managed to get an accurate reading.<br />
What followed was a thorough examination - nice, but she could have warmed her stethoscope up a bit, we seniors feel the cold, and a serious chat. Whilst they were talking, and because the treats were, quite frankly, a bit slow in appearing, I began to chew my way through the plastic jar lid in order to help myself, which caused some amusement. Apparently, I've not got one catastrophic thing wrong with me, but my senior systems are beginning to fail me, and my major functions are not doing what they should. If nature was left to take its course, I'd continue to diminish until complete organ failure, which doesn't sound like a good option to me. The other is that they gently help me over the rainbow bridge, at a time and date of my choosing, which, considering the dearth of better alternatives, is the one we've gone for. I'm not in any particular pain or distress, so I've been given a final week and a chance to put my affairs in order and say my goodbyes, but I'm definitely on my way.<br />
Now, my Pals, there are lots of tragedies in this world, but I'm not one of them. I'm a very senior small dog who has led the best life with great people. I've done all sorts of things that most furs don't get to do, and it's fair to say that I've lived life full-on and disgracefully. 'Her Indoors' has often commented that it's a miracle I've lasted as long as I have. And I'm going to exit on my own terms with my loved ones around me - what more could any dog want? My final week is going to be full of loving, ear rubs, choice noms and even a beer or two. I'll have long walks in my buggy and snooze in the sun if there is any. So please, don't be sad for me, be happy for a life well-lived.<br />
'Them Indoors' will naturally be devastated, but I've spent my final year training up Teds and he's developed some pleasing traits of his own so I know they'll be well cared for. I've always been a bit of a trial blazer so I'm blazing one now for a happy death. So put the beers in the fridge Marley, and lock up the bunnies. Apparently, when you go over the bridge you revert to your prime, so believe me when I say this, you really don't know what is coming your way!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-56333227657260840852019-01-29T11:47:00.001-08:002019-02-02T10:57:51.095-08:00Medical MayhemNow I might be a bit unusual, but I quite enjoy visiting the Vet's. Any slight indignities on the consulting table are more than made up for by the possibilities that a waiting room full of assorted furries, and not so furries, can offer to a mischievous, small dog. In my youth, I used to favour a more active engagement, checking out the pet carriers, socialising with other dogs, and occasionally taking exception to the odd canine, or not so odd for that matter. These days however, I take a more measured approach and like to see myself as an agent provocateur rather than an overt participant.<br />
Take yesterday for example. 'Her Indoors' booked an appointment as she wanted to get me some more arthritis meds and some little yellow tablets that stop the odd mistake over where it's appropriate to wee.There were the usual cats in carriers and I like to go up to those and sniff loudly to see if I can elicit a response. Sniffing, I've found, is better than barking because you can't be told off; after all, you were just saying a polite hello. However, on this occasion I made a tactical error. I only checked the carriers nearest me. I realised my mistake when a Fox Terrier came in. She was there to have her stitches removed, but she probably burst them as she took grave exception to a particular pet carrier which I'd assumed held a feline. However, when the she started barking, I realised it was actually housing a very small dog, who took exception to being terrierised, and flung itself with admirable energy against the sides, making a noise out of all proportion to its size and stimulating further rage from the Fox Terrier. It was all kicking off nicely until the Vet called the basket case in for their consultation, leaving the Fox Terrier muttering into her beard.<br />
Then there was a very elegant Whippet. Now I don't really know why, but I've always thought of Whippets as 'yes' furs, probably because they look so refined and delicate, but this, it transpired, was a dog after my own heart. She'd helped herself to 50g of high cocoa chocolate and her owner was not happy. It was probably his chocolate that was about to be wasted by induced regurgitation, but I suspect he was more concerned about the pain in his wallet. Anyway, he regaled 'Her Indoors' with an impressive back catalogue of misdemeanours that shed a whole new light on the breed, or at least on that individual. Most illuminating.<br />
My innocent spectating in the waiting room was interrupted by my consultation, and I'm pleased to inform you that I'm in the happy position of having lost weight without trying to. You'd think the Vet and 'Her Indoors' would be happy, after all they moan enough when I put it on, but they're never satisfied so there was extra prodding and poking until they concluded it was just old age. Charming! Anyway, I tried to immediately remedy the situation by deploying my appealing eyes for biscuits but after about three, the Vet said I'd had enough.... Mixed messages I call it.<br />
We emerged back into the waiting room to find a lot of the space had been taken up by an enormous, even by breed standards, Great Dane. He was wearing an equally enormous cone of shame which he was wielding like a mace just by innocently turning his head. He'd got an injury to his back paw which I was keen to investigate but 'Her Indoors' wouldn't let me in case I provoked animosity that she'd have to intervene in. A worrying lack of dedication to the cause in my view.<br />
Still, all-in-all, it was a very enjoyable visit although there was one matter left unresolved. There was a van in the car park from the local zoo. I wonder what they'd brought with them and whether they'd mind the investigations of a small, senior Border Terrier..... <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-9104004831848431442018-12-24T04:49:00.001-08:002018-12-24T04:49:32.724-08:00My Christmas Message to the NationWell, it's that time of year again. The presents have been wrapped, my buggy has been tastefully decorated in tinsel and fairy lights, and I'm wearing my Santa coat when out so that I look like Father Christmas in a modern no-snow version of a sleigh! The local school children love me and I've been getting more than my fair share of fussing and treats. One young admirer introduced me to the delights of bread sticks which was fine by me!<br />
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It's been a year notable for two major acquisitions: my buggy and my apprentice, both of which have changed my life in different ways. My buggy means that I can enjoy the delights of long country walks without troubling myself with the walking bit. Perfect! I'm also closer to people's pockets for accessing treats which is very useful for a dog with my skills in the deploying of appealing eyes. My buggy has also got a rain hood so I'm sheltered from the worst of the elements whilst supervising my apprentice who acts as an outrider.<br />
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Now, it's got to be said, having an apprentice has worked out very well. I can get him to do all the stuff that I can't do so easily any more, like barking at delivery people, cats, pigeons, rabbits and the Leonburger next door, Ben. Teddy takes direction well, is respectful, and he's also large and muscular by Border Terrier standards so it's like having my very own bodyguard. I've been training him as a literary fur and he's come on so well, I'm allowing him to say a few words on my blog. So here you go Teddy boy, get your paws on the keypad and address the wider world....<br />
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Teddy - Erm...hello...*peers into the blogsphere* My paws are a bit big so I'll try and avoid typos, but I just wanted to say a big thank you to all my friends for their support. It was around this time of year that I had my first visit to 'Them Indoors' and the crucial meeting with the Boss, who had the casting vote on my future. Fortunately he gave his approval and allowed me to join his family and I shall be forever grateful. It's been a tough year of adjusting to a new home, but I have, and I love 'Them Indoors' and the Boss with all I've got. I'm looking forward to my first Christmas with them and I've got a whole stack of presents, possibly more than 'Her Indoors', but I'm prepared to share. I'm sure a festive chew will be good for her teeth! Anyway, if your Christmas is difficult this year, as mine was last year, take heart, things will get better. And for everyfur, hold those that you love close, accept the festive season as it is, enjoy some down time and, when no-one is looking, take a chance with the Christmas decorations - the Boss has taught me well!<br />
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Merry Christmas and a happy New Year from all of us.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-45489322938052494042018-12-12T10:07:00.000-08:002018-12-14T10:55:46.224-08:00A Christmas TaleWell Pals, another BTPosse Christmas concert is upon us and I'd just like to paws for a moment of reflection in the midst of all the mischief and mayhem.<br />
Last Christmas, my apprentice, Teddy, was living with his poorly humum. Her friends, rightly, wanted her to have the best Christmas she could possibly have, so they invited her out for Christmas lunch. Teds was left on his own, at home, and because he has separation anxiety, and without the influence of a senior fur to show him what's what, he had a few little accidents, so when his humum came home, she had some cleaning up to do and Teds was in the dog house with wilting ears, something I'm used to but Teddy finds hard.<br />
The months that followed were increasingly difficult for young Teds and, as you know, when his humum had her final admission to hospital, I took him on as my apprentice. Whilst there were some worrying moments initially, when Teds was a bit too prone to doing as he was told, he's made good progress and has developed his own idiosyncracies as well, of course, as learning some very useful skills from me. So we've made a little movie to celebrate not only Teddy's journey, but the journey of many similar furs who find themselves in difficult circumstances through no fault of their own.<br />
We want to give a big woof of thanks to all those hupeeps who work to help those like Teddy, in and for charities large and small, across the country, and indeed the world. Also, we want to shine a light for all those hupeeps and furs whose year has been difficult. Maybe they too have lost someone special and are facing a Christmas that is far from ideal; hang on in there Pals, it will get better. So snuggle up, with dog's breath lickings and gentle nose bumps for those you love and who love you. Stay close, stay safe and never pass up an opportunity to indulge in a bit of mischief, it livens life up a bit! Happy Christmas.<br />
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Still, it's been quite a year. Who would have guessed that I'd acquire my very own apprentice? I have to say that if I'd known how useful he would be I might well have done it years ago. I've got someone to take 'Her Indoors' out for walks twice a day, assist me in guarding duties by hearing the door bell when I can't, another pair of appealing eyes to deploy tactically if there's any food around, and a chunky bodyguard if there's ever a spot of bother with the neighbourhood furs. Now Teds isn't a naturally naughty dog; he's a people pleaser at heart, what can I tell you. He's also not as bright as me. 'Her Indoors' has been trying to train him to shake a paw in return for a treat. I was taught this by 'Junior Her' years ago, and once I'd understood that I'd get a treat very quickly if I obliged, I was shaking paws before I'd even been asked to. Teds on the other paw, is still trying to work it out. 'Her Indoors' gives the command 'Paw' and gently taps his leg, and Teds, to give him credit, watches carefully with his head tilted in a winsome way, eager to please. But he just can't put two and two together yet. Still, I've got enough brains for the both of us, and he's a very loyal fur, so I'm not complaining. <br />
The other significant event of the last year has been the acquisition of my buggy. A bit like my apprentice, if I'd known how useful it was going to be I'd have got one years ago. When my arthritis is playing up and walking is a bit painful, I can sit in my buggy and watch the world go by with Teds as my outrider. It also has the considerable advantage of elevating me to pocket level, so I can do direct treat accessing. I've become quite the village celebrity and the local children love me which is always pleasing. I have a soft spot for juniors as my job description has always been 'family pet'.<br />
As the average life expectancy for Border Terriers is 13-15 years, I appreciate I'm in the danger zone and I'd like to pay tribute to all those who have been less fortunate, through illness or accident. I'd like to make a special mention of my sisfur Millie who I discovered last birthday but, unfortunately, never got to meet. I'll see you on the other side.<br />
In the meantime, I'll continue to live life to the full. If anyone makes the mistake of thinking I'm some doddery old fur who doesn't know his nose from his waggy end, I'll set them right. I might be senior, but I'm still the lovable rogue I've always been and I know how to make my own fun. I've also got dog beer for my birthday so, in the immortal words of 'Him Indoors', cheers!<br />
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A while ago it was decided that an autumnal tweet-up, with my pals from the Twitter group, the BTPosse, would be a good idea, but 'Her Indoors' was a bit slow in getting her act together - what can I tell you, it's difficult to get good staff. Anyway, the arrangements were rather hastily put in place and a group of us met on the Ashdown Forest in weather that, quite frankly, would put mid-summer to shame. 'Her Indoors' even managed to talk 'Him Indoors' into attending as the apprentice, Teddy, was coming too and she thought an extra pair of hands would be useful. The appearance of 'Him Indoors' at group gatherings of Border Terriers is, to be honest, as rare as hens' teeth, but he wanders around, admiring the dogs and chatting to the owners as if having a Border Terrier was his idea all along.<br />
'Her Indoors' delegated the backpack carrying for when I got tired and needed a lift, to 'Him Indoors' but, to be honest, this wasn't a good idea. 'Him Indoors' is a keen photographer and when he saw a good shot or two that required bending down, I was tipped in the most alarming way. It's just as well I was securely fastened in I can tell you, otherwise Dog knows what could have happened.<br />
'Her Indoors' was left to cope with Teddy who is still a work in progress when it comes to socialising with other dogs. Not only does he worry when she leaves the room, or heaven forbid, the house, that she's not coming back, he also seems to think that he's personally responsible for guarding her from other dogs, which he does with misplaced enthusiasm. He really needs to chill. If 'Her Indoors' has stood by me all these years, I hardly think she's likely to run off with a younger fur now, although you can never be entirely certain. Middle-age is a a dodgy time for women and she's already got the Mini convertible, what can I tell you!<br />
Still, there was a worrying moment, when we had all repaired to the Pub for after walk refreshments, when a puppy with a touch of poodle, was sighted. There was a collective sigh from all the humums, and although I don't like to tell tales, if you're reading this Seb pal, your humum was cooing over the pupster when your back was turned and I'm sure she wasn't the only one...<br />
It was good to meet everyone and get the lion's share of the fussing and the treats, which as the most senior fur present, was only right and proper. Skipper did well getting a carrot, but in his efforts to secure his treat from all-comers, he ate it whilst it was too hot and it was ejected, for cooling off purposes. He should have had a nice cold beer, that would have fixed the problem. There were one or two new faces as well as some familiar ones, and I like to think that we out-barked the meeting of Basset Hounds that was taking place on the forest at the same time. It was good to see Mabel and Archie's humum who has been poorly with pneumonia and did well to manage part of the walk before sensibly retiring to the Pub. It was also very kind of Oscar's humum to bring cakes for taking home, although I'd just like to point out that neither me nor Teds got any. 'Her Indoors' has a heart of stone when it comes to treat giving.<br />
It was nice to meet Poppy and Barns, although 'Her Indoors' was admiring young Barns a bit too much for my liking. It was also good to meet Tedurado's new pal, Trudy. She's small, but she's mighty, in true BT fashion. All-in-all, it was an excellent occasion and I'd like to thank all my pals who turned up and tolerated Teddy's barking with good grace. I had to have a little lie down when I got home and even the apprentice is looking a bit weary; the sign of a good day. Until the next one pals!<br />
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We've been having a run of visitors in our household recently. First it was 'Her Indoors' parents; good, dog-loving folk who I've known for most of my life and who have responded very well to training over the years. Then 'Junior Him' came back home for the Bank Holiday weekend, returning on the Monday, followed by 'Junior Her' for a few days last week.<br />
Now as a senior fur who's been round the block and down the lane a few times, I take all these comings and goings in my stride. After all, I was around when the Juniors were pupsters and 'Her Indoors' was always racing about, going here, there and everywhere, and there were regularly children visiting as well as adults. Teds on the other hand I suspect, has led a much more sheltered life as he lived with an older lady on her own, in quite a remote spot in the countryside. He therefore finds all the activity a bit overwhelming.<br />
When 'Her Indoors' parents arrived, he followed my example and greeted them warmly, enjoying the extra fussing and tummy tickling. They kept their bedroom door shut at night, so when they reappeared in the morning, he was pleasantly surprised. However, he was a bit disconcerted when they disappeared off home again as he obviously thought they were here for good.<br />
'Junior Him', on his return home, caught Teds out, as he saw that 'Her Indoors' was in the conservatory so came in via that entrance. I was snoozing in the kitchen so he couldn't take his lead, if you'll excuse the rather obvious pun, from me. Now Teds is a bit wary of men. We don't know why. Maybe he didn't see that many in his previous life or maybe some man wasn't very nice to him but he always cowers away a bit. 'Junior Him' is a tall person, so Teds was a bit nervous but 'Junior Him' quickly won him over with a bit of gentle, manly chat and tummy rubs, so they soon bonded, until he too, mysteriously for Teds, vanished back to his home. Then 'Junior Her', who Teds has met before, showed up. She is a lover of all dogs regardless of age, breed, disposition and behaviour, which is rather lucky for me.... I've always returned that love in bucket loads and Teds is following my sensible example. He adores her.<br />
This did, however, give him a considerable difficulty which he also experienced to some extent with our other visitors. He suffers from separation anxiety so is at his happiest when his pack are all with him. He was therefore thrown into a dilemma when 'Her indoors' and 'Junior Her' were chatting in the conservatory and 'Him Indoors' was watching TV upstairs, as he clearly couldn't be in both places at once. He tried lying in a position where he could watch the coming and goings from both parts of the house, that way no-one could sneak off and leave him. He also tried patrolling regularly between the two areas, staying for a few minutes in one place but then feeling compelled to check on the other section of the family group. Similarly at night, usually one of his best times as he sleeps next to 'Him and Her Indoors' in their bedroom, and apart from their occasional bathroom visits when he often escorts them there and back, he has the comfort of knowing that they are both settled in one place and he can relax. When 'Junior Her' was home, he felt the need to check up on her during the night, and having satisfied himself she was still there, he could return to snoozing.<br />
Friday night however, 'Junior Her' went out with friends and 'Her Indoors' was going out to pick her up at midnight. She did her usual thing of getting ready for bed and settled Teds with 'Him Indoors' in the bedroom, then she sneaked out. Teds was not happy when he discovered the deception and barked loudly when they came back, just to show his displeasure. He also doubled his night patrols just to check all was well.<br />
Saturday, 'Junior Her' went home and Teddy was, quite frankly, exhausted. I don't know why he doesn't just follow my example and sleep through most of it. I roll over when someone comes in through the door so they can tickle my tummy and, if they're truly honoured, I might even get up and wag my tail. What can I tell you I'm a senior fur who needs to ration his energy expenditure.<br />
Today Teds is making up for all this unsettling socialising by being naughty, which is good to see. When 'Her Indoors' had disappeared to have her shower, he made a bid for the big bed and settled himself comfortably on the duvet. Unfortunately for him,'Her Indoors' had forgotten her dressing gown so came back unexpectedly and he was given a thorough telling off and banished to the kitchen. The only disappointment for me is that it's taken him six months to try this. I would have done it at the first opportunity which is probably why I'm only allowed downstairs. <br />
Still, I'm sure Teds will learn in time. It's hard to believe it but he's only been here six months and he's still an apprentice after all. There are still quite a few things I've yet to teach him.....<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-4911555079610517612018-08-16T04:27:00.000-07:002018-08-16T04:27:51.146-07:00Sleeping on the Job!Now I know I've mentioned this in passing before, but my apprentice, Teds, isn't a very active fur first thing in the morning. He's not keen on getting up, and if he is forced to do so, to check up on the location of 'Him and Her Indoors' for example, having satisfied himself, he will often return to bed. If he is called downstairs, he generally ignores whoever is issuing the request, and if he decides to come down of his own volition, he often does so in stages, pausing for a little rest or two, on the way. If his bed is then moved from the bedroom into its daytime location in the kitchen, he takes up residence in its new position and shows no interest in the preparations for his walk. I'm the eager dog vocalising my anticipation at the door, whilst Teds is happily napping away in his bed. Often 'Her Indoors' has to fasten his harness on whilst he's still lying down, and he only gets up when his lead is attached.<br />
The other day, he reached new heights, quite literally in fact, and 'Him Indoors' carried him downstairs in his bed like a passenger in a doggy sedan chair, and although Teds opened his eyes, I suspect he was just showing a courteous level of interest because he shut them again as soon as he landed, and continued his snoozing.<br />
Things are not much improved when we go out for walks. If 'Her Indoors' meets someone she knows and stops for a chat, which is not an infrequent occurrence, Ted lies down for a little rest. This of course, is a tactical error as there are lots of things an enterprising dog can get up to during one of these interludes in a perambulation. There are things to eat whilst she is not paying attention, other dogs to pass the time of day with if she's talking to a fellow dog walker, leads to tangle, and best of all, another susceptible person to ply for treats using your appealing eyes and trembling like a dog who hasn't seen a square meal in weeks. Depending on the person, I can usually get more than one treat unless 'Her Indoors' intervenes which she occasionally does - she's a spoilsport, what can I tell you! Teds, however, has decided that the time is best spent having a little snooze and he settles himself down in a resigned kind of way until she's finished.<br />
It's not even that Teds has seniority as an excuse like me. He's only six so he's in his prime. Still, I guess it shows how much more relaxed he is and how well he's settled into his new home. All down to me of course. Anyway, we've put together a little movie of Teds' snoozing highlights. Now, if you'll excuse me, all that writing has made me a bit tired. Move over Teds, let the senior partner rest his paws!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-3631795364884195132018-07-14T04:37:00.001-07:002018-07-14T04:37:02.181-07:00Ted Tails!We’ve had an amazing spell of good weather and Teds and I have been taking full advantage. ‘Them Indoors’ have had a big wooden gazebo installed in the garden, pleasingly close to the boundary with Ben, the Leonburger next door, and ‘Him Indoors’ has spent many happy hours painting and varnishing. We’ve finally been allowed in it and Teds just likes lying down in the shade, unless Ben is out, when he tries to get to the fence to bark. ‘Her Indoors’ has been very stern about that and Teds just hasn’t got the metal to be truly naughty, he’s too much of a people pleasing fur, what can I tell you. I can’t get into the gazebo as ‘Him Indoors’ hasn’t built the step yet and it’s too high to jump with my arthritis. If I sit outside and deploy my appealing eyes, ‘Her Indoors’ lifts me in, but then I quickly get restless and jump out again. I can manage that all by myself. After half a dozen or so repeats, ‘Her Indoors’ loses patience which is very unreasonable, and I’m stuck outside. I’ve tried squeezing through the gaps in the side panels but although I’m a slim fur, I haven’t been able to find a way through yet. I’m working on it though...<div> Teds has also had to learn about supporting the English football team. I’ve sat through many a painful match in my time and it’s our duty, as dogs, to sleep through the dull bits, bark when the shouting at the TV gets too loud, exploit good cheer when we win and offer dog’s breath lickings when we lose. When ‘Junior Him’ was a boy, he used to cry when the latter happened, now he just sends heart-felt expletives and advice to the team, the coach, the referee and the opposition, via the family ‘What’s Ap’ group. How times have changed! Anyway, Gareth Southgate gets a hearty seal of approval from our family which I’m sure will compensate him for not quite reaching the final. All he needs to do now is to get himself his very own Border Terrier and he’d be pretty much perfect. Perhaps he’d like a copy of my training manual ‘Sit, Stay, Roll Over.’ A celebratory endorsement from a fellow trainer of youngsters would be great. How are you fixed Gareth? My World Cup isn’t quite over yet, as I got France in the BTposse sweepstake. I shall be waving my French stick and exposing my garlic bulbs, like a true football fan on Sunday.</div><div> Teds training is still a work in progress. I think it would be fair to say that he hasn’t quite got the hang of the TV in spite of my best efforts. He gets traumatised by Supervet, and if there’s a dog chasing a ball and exiting stage right, Teds runs to the right hand side of the TV to look for it. He even goes behind the TV to check it’s not hiding which amuses ‘Them Indoors’ no end! I’ve tried explaining it to him but, to be frank, he’s not as smart as me, although he does his best, bless him.</div><div> He’s also a very reluctant fur first thing in the morning. It takes him about half an hour to make it down stairs and he often stops for a little snooze half way down the stairs. When he can finally be coaxed out for a walk, I’m the one leading the charge, so much so that the other day, someone mixed us up and thought Teds was me! A compliment for a senior fur but not so good for a dog almost ten years my junior.</div><div> One of Teds strengths however, lies in the emissions department. It’s not a natural forte for me, but Teds can do both ‘forte’ and ‘silent but deadly’ with equal skill. He slips a quiet one in when ‘Them Indoors’ are watching the TV, and then joins in with the expressions of disdain and disgust. But the other night he surpassed himself. He tooted so loudly that he woke both himself and ‘Them Indoors’. They soon got an answer to their ‘What on earth was that?’ and ‘Him Indoors’ had to turn the fan on to disperse a miasma of epic proportions. It’s just as well it was a hot night and the windows were open. Anyway, as ‘Junior Her’ was back for the weekend, he sneaked into her room for some fussing, then dropped one in there too, scooting back to ‘Them Indoors’ bedroom quickly, before she realised what was going on, so escaping the verbal fall-out. You’ve got to admit that’s quite skill if you view it in the right light. I’m just glad he doesn’t sleep in the same room as me. My other senses may be suffering from some senior diminishing, but there’s still a fully functioning olfactory department. It’s good to know Teds has a complimentary skills set; always useful in an apprentice, and we will continue to work on his areas for development. After all, he’s only been with us for four and a half months, and as I’m sure Gareth knows, training these youngsters takes time. Rome wasn’t built in a day...!</div><div><img id="id_d397_c9e0_7e7f_b571" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_r5z-RDQap_I2XRR1G4fF8FyNkn9FBWrM0so4_NoPTIe_RWxptKkoNp_PdWA5oAY1yh7UzRoZBZbUifF-H-1lWSHnuQWfD4_ZiLHe0JJP95ip0iDFDpSXsf8mpJf1rfKAFnoUz07ZRT0/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 402px; height: auto;"><br>Teds looking all innocent, sleeping.....</div><div><br></div><div>The gazebo with missing step but offering potential side entry!<br><img id="id_ddb0_5ce5_4e2d_283a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4bkXUyw9HNdscjWV1YyxXpt8CjGlxAXzBFZ2rotgqSq8tR3cPL5kcwP8O8erg9EH0ERCE5GrQHZncZUBYn-iW_LEjVdOR-NG5-ZVuBR5MEmrbPM8_q63IBzxXJANWa5LhXrJ-DiPygI/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><br><img id="id_557e_5d45_c953_e6e5" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gxjCsAPNupERqMpsITYcMSyv4fWSSc8a6DvRhGqc3ftiInUUQjjHYUnsTUhG-8qcY-RVGbZnfwHwAKTEtIycuhAixMZGqZUJRfBDkR8BRim_g7dR0X27hQr6YhYon6WlHiuNyoA89Ik/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 394px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Me, leading the charge!<br></span><br><img id="id_32ee_6dda_fee9_a488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1BHTilZK9KvZ9PCWBwMXSWpGUHg0CyV3G6FhcUSAil99kMmsYCRhXhK3eYVccBtbOS1LbUXnNhKjuozeCq1huJD3N0C_Bd6BBT_1OTl2ApH6-6fF1aZuCFbVJRWYy59rHokjldF8t_D4/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 391px; height: auto;"><br>Teds flaking out, half way down 🙄<br><br></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-56351795449865906082018-05-20T03:18:00.003-07:002018-05-20T03:18:32.816-07:00Post-operative high jinxIt's been quite a week in our household. As suspected, Teddy's tackle, or some of it at least, was endangered by his continued strutting, digging and variable relationships with other male dogs and he was packed off to the Vet for a pre-op check up. I didn't go along, which was a tactical error, as Teds was a 'good boy', lying down and waiting patiently, failing to thoroughly investigate the basket cases and getting on agreeably with all the animals in the waiting room. He even sat down on the scales when asked to, and, to cap it all, left without demanding a king's ransom in biscuits. All in all a rather disappointing performance which left 'Her Indoors' triumphant rather than needing a stiff drink and a lie down in a darkened room like she does when she's taken me.<br />
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Her pleasure proved to be rather premature however. When she collected Teddy from the Vets the following day, after his little operation to remove two small but precious anatomical features, she decided that a surgical onesie, rather than a cone, might be easier to manage in keeping him off his stitches. This would probably have worked okay if it wasn't for the fact that the op upset Teddy's tum and, to draw a veil over the sordid details, meant that the onesie spent most of the first day in the wash. This posed a subsequent threat to Teddy's stitches, in spite of 'Her Indoors' eagle-eyed vigilance. However, his coup de grace was in the evening. He had a rather explosive accident on the lounge carpet, and, horrified at his mishap, fled into the kitchen where the same thing happened on the kitchen floor just to complete the set. Teds and I were evicted, unceremoniously, into the garden, whilst clearing up took place. Teddy, seizing the moment in a way that was, quite frankly, admirable, ran down to the bottom of the garden to continue his argument with Ben the Leonburger next door, so 'Her Indoors' had to abandon her carpet rescue attempts and flee after Teddy, worrying about him bursting his stitches. She then tethered him temporarily by the back door and resumed her efforts with the carpet cleaner and copious quantities of kitchen roll, only to find that Teddy was having a good licking of his surgery site whilst he had the opportunity. His onsie still hadn't dried so Teddy ended up wearing 'Her Indoors' swimming costume. I'm not often lost for words but you really had to be there.....<br />
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Anyway, as Teddy sleeps in their bedroom, 'Them Indoors' were faced with a dilemma. If they tried to get Teds to sleep in the kitchen no-one would get any sleep, but if they had him in their bedroom they risked a repeat of the carpet incident. In the end they got an off-cut of old carpet and fenced Teddy's bed in so he couldn't wander. Teddy rewarded these efforts by sleeping soundly throughout the night. I have to say 'Her Indoors' did a decent job with the lounge carpet - you'd never know, and they needed a new steam cleaner anyway...<br />
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I've just been watching and helping where I can, throughout. Teds has discovered that his onesie has rather baggy legs and he can sneak his snout in for a quick go at his stitches when 'Her Indoors' isn't paying attention. I aid this process by lying close to Teddy and noisily licking my paws so that 'Her Indoors' spins round to castigate Teds only to find he's just lying there innocently. It really is great fun. Honestly, if I'd realised how much mileage you can get out of a second fur, I would have acquired an apprentice years ago. I was initially worried that Teddy was a bit of a 'yes' fur, but clearly getting him to read my training manual, 'Sit, Stay, Roll Over' and implement my advice, was a good move, he's shaping up nicely!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-37416899257510040482018-04-21T08:38:00.002-07:002018-04-21T11:55:33.050-07:00My ApprenticeWell, we've had a busy and poignant few weeks with Teddy, our foster Border Terrier. Unfortunately the health of Teddy's owner continued to deteriorate and we got a phone call to say she was very poorly and asking for Teddy, so after phoning the hospital to check it was okay, 'Her Indoors' took Teds over there to see her. Even though she was very ill, her face lit up when Teddy licked her and lay on her bed. She checked that 'Her Indoors' had everything she needed for Teddy and thanked her for looking after him. She departed over the rainbow bridge the following morning. We'd like to share a big, generous barking with Maidstone Hospital for having the compassion to allow Teds and his owner this final goodbye. It was a special, if very sad, moment and one 'Her Indoors' says she'll never forget.<br>
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Teddy, having been a star at the hospital, is now staying with us for good as his permanent foster carers for the Cinnamon Trust. 'Her Indoors' celebrated this by making him a bandana with his name on it which he is very pleased with. He wants to watch out that she doesn't get the knitting needles out though, Dog knows where that could end! I've been stepping up his training however, and now that Teddy is relaxing into his new home, we're getting a clearer picture of his personality.<br>
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On the plus side, he's upped his game on the low level disobedience, which is encouraging. When we had some workmen in to replace the fence around the veg garden, they made the mistake of leaving their lorry cab door open as it was a hot day. Teds waited his moment and was in there like a shot, rooting around for the packed lunch on the passenger side. The first 'Her Indoors' knew of this was the workman shouting and running up the garden. She was then in the familiar position of dragging a reluctant Border Terrier out of someone else's vehicle and apologising. This was a display of excellent initiative from Teddy and something I would have done myself, in my younger pre-arthiritis days.<br>
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He's also trained 'Her Indoors' into making some purchasing decisions, by putting his rather big and fluffy paw down. She took him for a walk on the Ashdown Forest, and thinking he'd be thirsty, visited the dog drinking bowl at the Visitors' Centre. Teddy was frankly horrified at the whole idea of drinking from a communal cup and refused point blank even though he was clearly thirsty and drank lots when he got home. 'Her Indoors' has therefore bought him a travel drinking bowl and a little water flask so he can have his own refreshments. He will of course be sharing with me, but then I'm not just any old fur.<br>
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He's additionally shown some skill in the gardening department. As well as upping the anti in the on-going feud with Ben next door, he's started digging. 'Her Indoors', rather than seeing this in the correct light of Teddy taking the initiative and providing assistance, has taken a dim view. This is all excellent stuff but he wants to be careful. He's an entire male and 'Her Indoors' is starting to mutter about a little visit to the Vet's. Still, they tried this with me and I didn't even break my stride, so much so that 'Him Indoors' did wonder if they should consider removing a few other superfluous body parts to see if that helped. It's just as well I've got a sense of humour.<br>
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On the negative side, Teddy took advantage of my good nature and, when 'Junior Her’ was visiting for the weekend, broke the bedroom protocols and went for a little upstairs wander into her bedroom and stole illicit tummy tickles. He is firmly behind me in the queue for that kind of thing and needs to remember who's boss. Still, I got my own back when 'Her Indoors' allowed us both in her office, to take advantage of her fan, on a hot day. I pinched Teddy's crate and drank his water, so he had to lay on the hard floor. That'll teach him!<br>
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Still, I have to say I'm pleased with the way things are going. Teddy is a fine fur and it's nice to have some canine company. I was a bit worried about his initial good behaviour, but although I suspect he'll never reach my high standards, he has shown himself to have some potential for mischief. What can I tell you, I know how to pick a good apprentice!<br>
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<br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-75933727540487675162018-03-25T11:25:00.001-07:002018-03-26T02:24:48.204-07:00Training the ApprenticeRather unbelievably, Teddy has been with us now for almost a month, and his owner is still in hospital. They keep talking about moving her to somewhere closer and then we could go for a visit, but so far, they can’t find a bed for her. I could always lend her one of mine; I’ve got a spare. Anyway, when she does move, she’s keen to meet me as well as see Teddy. ‘Her Indoors’ is busy trying to find excuses to leave me at home and just take Teds; she’s got no spirit of adventure, what can I tell you. I’ve never actually been to a hospital, nursing home or hospice, but I’m guessing it would offer plenty of opportunities to a dog of an inquisitive disposition. I could be in with a chance as how could ‘Her Indoors’ refuse the reasonable request of a poorly lady?<br />
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Whilst Teddy has been with us, I’ve been trying to get him up to speed on the basics, and there have been some successes. After a collection of disturbed nights ‘Her Indoors’ finally accepted that if she was going to get an unbroken night’s sleep, she’d have to have Teddy in the bedroom. To begin with, she slept in ‘Junior Hers’ bedroom as she knew, in her absence, she wouldn’t object to a dog being in there. When ‘Her Indoors’ realised that Teddy doesn’t stir, he just sleeps happy in the knowledge that he’s not alone, she persuaded ‘Him Indoors’ to allow Teds to sleep in his bed, on the floor, next to her side of the big bed. This is working fine and I get the kitchen all to myself so I can get a good sleep too. I need it at my age. When the Juniors found out that not only had ‘Him Indoors’ got a second dog in the house, but he was allowing it to sleep in his bedroom, they expressed concerns about his mental state, but it is of course, all down to me and my careful training. If you haven’t read my training manual, ‘Sit, Stay, Roll Over’ then you really aught to. I’m a master at the top of his game if I say so myself.</div>
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Another success has been teaching Teddy to bark back at the Leonburger, Ben, next door, who seems to think he can boss us small furs around from his side of the fence. ‘Her Indoors’ doesn’t like it, as all the barking is quite noisy, but with two of us on the case, she finds it difficult to round us up and move us on. </div>
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I’ve had less success so far with what I would term low level disobedience. In fairness, Teddy has tried. When ‘Her Indoors’ calls us in from the garden and I ignore her, Teddy tries hard to do the same, but when she crouches down, opens her arms and calls him in her cutesy voice, he can’t resist. He’s also tried refusing to move out of a room but he’s on a hiding to nothing with that one as he suffers from separation anxiety. If he doesn’t come when called, ‘Her Indoors’ just walks out and leaves him on his own. After a couple of minutes, he can’t hold out any more and trots off to find her. I personally think this is a low tactic, taking advantage of a fur’s inherent weakness, but ‘Her Indoors’ has had years of dealing with me so has learnt to be a bit cunning.</div>
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On balance though, Teddy is doing okay, and he’s shown great promise in the squirrel and rabbit chasing department. I’m looking forward to some team work as the weather improves. We’re sending daily updates to his owner, with photos and video clips to show he’s doing fine, so we’ll just have to see how things go. One thing is for sure, Teddy is welcome here for as long as needs be. I can always find work for young paws.</div>
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<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Just a word in my ear....!</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Teddy bristling in his defence of our boundaries</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Team Rolo!</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Teddy offering passive resistance to the crate</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-6054840224681327932018-03-03T09:37:00.000-08:002018-03-03T09:37:54.774-08:00The Beast from the East!Well, it's been quite a week. In addition to a spell of unusually severe weather, nicknamed by the media 'The Beast from the East', we've had another unexpected beast, from just east of Heathfield. 'Her Indoors' has being donating a bit of her spare dog walking capacity, now that I'm a senior and don't need much exercise, to a charity called the Cinnamon Trust that provides dog walkers for owners who are elderly or ill. Teddy is a Border Terrier, so although she was already walking two Shelties in Crowborough for the Trust, she naturally couldn't resist and walks Teddy once a week too. Unfortunately, Teddy's owner, Sandra, is very poorly, and he came to stay once before, briefly, just before Christmas, when she was taken into hospital. This time, she was taken in the middle of the night, and due to the snow, a neighbour with a four-wheel drive, brought Teddy over a few days ago and he's been with us ever since.<br />
Now lots of people on social media have been very kind, and praised 'Her Indoors' for taking Teddy in, but of course, it's really all down to me. 'Her Indoors' made it clear that Teddy could only come and stay if I gave him the paws up. Now, as regular readers of my blog will know, whilst I'm generally good with other dogs, there's the odd one or two, like Gyp the farm dog and that Red Setter from up the road, that I really don't like. I like to keep my criteria for these likes and dislikes a closely guarded secret as it keeps 'Them Indoors' on their toes; they never quite know how I'm going to react. Anyway, Teddy and I instantly hit it off; what can I tell you we're both amiable furs. We did polite tail wagging and sniffing, and I made it clear who was boss, and whose kitchen it was. After this initiation, I've made him welcome by bossing him around, pinching his treats and drinking his water. He might be about a third of my age, and half as big again; he's a chunky fur, what can I tell you, but I call the shots around here and harmony is based on that understanding. Fortunately Teddy is fine with that. When he came back from lying in front of the wood burner and found me stretched out in his rather large bed, he just sniffed, wagged his tail, and pragmatically squeezed himself into my much smaller one. And then, when I changed my mind and wanted my own bed back, he shifted without complaint. The only time I've had to give him a verbal caution was when I thought he was being a bit over-familiar with 'Her Indoors'. I'm definitely first in the queue for tummy rubs if there are any going.<br />
Still, he does have his draw backs. His circumstances have led to him suffering from bad separation anxiety which means that every time 'Her Indoors' leaves the room, he whines, which is a bit trying. Fortunately, my senior deafness means I can sleep through a lot of this, and 'Them Indoor' are making sure I get some solo napping time so I don't get too tired. However at night, he wakes up and cries, so we've had three broken nights. Last night he just wouldn't settle, and 'Her Indoors' was a bit tired, so in the end they compromised and she slept on the sofa whilst Teddy slept in his bed next to her. I got the kitchen to myself and we all got some sleep. 'Her Indoors' is trying to walk the paws off him in the hope that might help, but at the moment she's the one who's most tired.<br />
Teddy also has his own view on things which is entirely proper in a Border Terrier. He's not a big eater which quite frankly amazes me. 'Her Indoors' has spoilt the potential of this by feeding us separately so Teddy gets a change to eat his before I help him out. She doesn't want him starving and me increasing in girth, and, of course, she's also a natural spoilsport. Still, when she made some beef stew the other night, and saved me some as is usual in our house, she also saved some for Teddy, which was unduly hospitable in my view. Fortunately, he reacted to it like she was trying to poison him, so I was allowed to finish it up, which was a bit of a result.<br />
However we do agree on some things. Neither of us like the vacuum cleaner and Teddy sneezed very pointedly when 'Her Indoors' cleaned the kitchen floor. What can I tell you, she has worrying tendencies in the household cleanliness department. He also has similar priorities in pee-mail reading which is good to see. Most promising of all, we understand he's a good rabbiter but unfortunately the weather hasn't been good enough to test this out. With my cunning and his youthful speed, we could be a winning team. I've started him on my training manual to bring him up to speed, and I'm trying to teach him that he's perfectly within his rights to ignore commands from 'Them Indoors' if he sees fit. Naturally, he's trying to be polite at the moment, but hopefully that'll wear off quickly. We don't know how long he'll be with us, but I'm beginning to see the advantage of having a younger set of paws around the place. I wonder if he writes at all.......<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-62206192113962127062018-02-10T08:00:00.000-08:002018-02-10T08:00:52.876-08:00A senior Senior!One of the slightly disconcerting things about life stages is you just get used to being in one and then you find yourself in another. Take for example my senior status. I had just adapted to being, well, senior, and now I find I've crept into the 'very senior' category without ever really giving my permission.<br />
Still, as I'm an optimistic kind of dog, I like to turn every situation to my advantage. As one of the oldest members of the Twitter group, the BT Posse, I have formed a sub-group, for those Border Terriers who've reached double figures, called the SODs; Senior Obstreperous Delinquents, a worthy group, living up to their name at every opportunity. I am also making the most of my senior statesman role to ensure the youngest members are getting the correct advice on true BT ways. I don't want the next generation turning into a bunch of 'yes furs'. One of the youngest Posse recruits, a pupster called Pudding, is shaping up very nicely, and I take comfort from reading about his misdemeanours on Twitter. I also like to lead by example, and although the opportunities for misbehaviour do diminish, along with speed and energy over time, I still think that I maximise every chance that comes my way and actively create a few of my own.<br />
Take exercise, I've gradually become more and more selective as to when I consider a morning pootle to be appropriate for a dog of my age. If it's raining or blowing, and especially if it's both, I refuse to go. I allow 'Her Indoors' to get us both all togged up, and then I grind to a halt on the drive so we have to go back again. I've also found that it's quite fun, on mornings that 'Her Indoors' isn't in any particular rush and quite fancies a walk, to refuse to oblige, but then on the mornings when she has a busy start and needs to get going, I decide that a nice slow walk, sniffing at length at all the interesting smells over the field, and ideally meeting a few of my senior friends as well, is just the ticket. If she tries to hurry me, I give her my best baleful stare so that she feels guilty. Sorted!<br />
Another area that I've experimented with is food. I've come to the conclusion that I've been far too obliging in this department so now that I'm not burning quite so much energy, I've become a bit more discerning. 'Her Indoors' has tried experimenting with a variety of different dog food types, but I've decided I prefer the food she eats to all that processed stuff made out of the obscure bits of animals that even they didn't know they had. It's taken a bit of effort but I've perfected the art of getting what I want. Around tea time, I start whining and looking hungry, building up to climax as my food bowl hits the floor. I then look at the contents with disbelief and disappointment, but continue to whine and look hungry. Eventually, she'll give in and get some tuna or chicken that I then eat like a dog who hasn't seen a square meal for days. It's working well and some days we skip the boring kibble stage and go straight to the good stuff.<br />
There's also the area of ailments and general wellness. The trick is to keep the anxiety levels at a suitably high level - above normal but just short of going to the Vet - by occasional vomiting, having little indiscretions on the kitchen floor or in my bed, looking vacant and drinking more than normal. Just when they're really getting anxious and are talking about making a Vet's appointment, you then perk up and start gambolling round the garden like a spring lamb. It ensures that 'Them Indoors' are constantly reminded of your seniority and the increasing proximity of the rainbow bridge, and treat you with the corresponding reverence.<br />
They, of course, are worrying about this multi-coloured overpass regularly on my behalf, whilst I don't worry about it at all. After all, a lot of my Pals have been over the bridge and I haven't heard any complaints. Also, the founder of the BT Posse, Marley, does duty at it's toll-gate, so I can't see there's any cause for concern. Providing he's got a few beers in and he's locked up the bunnies, I don't anticipate it'll be a problem when it comes to it. Not that I'm planning anything in the immediate future you understand, I owe it to 'Him Indoors' to live as long as possible, it's the least I can do. Anyway, I'm having far too much fun exploiting this latest life stage to be moving onto the next one too soon. Now pass a beef steak 'Her Indoors', I'm feeling peckish...<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-70510600706786846552018-01-06T05:16:00.000-08:002018-01-06T05:16:03.171-08:00ResolutionsWell, the festive season has come and gone in the normal way and 'Them Indoors' have emerged, blinking, in the cold light of January, slightly dazed and wondering what it was all about.<br />
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Just before Christmas we had an unexpected canine visitor when, Teddy, the Border Terrier 'Her Indoors' walks for the Cinnamon Trust, came to stay with us for two nights whilst his owner had an unscheduled trip into hospital. 'Them Indoors' didn't want to disturb my senior routine, as Teddy was only having a short stay, so they made his bedroom up in the conservatory, which is the opposite end of the house to the kitchen, where I sleep. Imagine my surprise when I went outside ready for my senior pootle, only to discover that another Border Terrier was there. I had to do a double take just to make sure I wasn't confused by my own reflection which is an easy mistake to make. Anyway, once I'd recovered from the shock we were formally introduced and it was all gentlemanly tail wagging and sniffing. Teddy was very considerate and walked slowly so I could keep up, and in return I introduced him to the best sniffing and pee-mail spots. It was rather companionable, and, if he plays his cards right, I might allow him to accompany me on the occasional walk in the future. Anyway, since Teddy went home, I've been regularly checking the conservatory in case 'Them Indoors' have got any other dogs secreted away that I don't know about. You really can't trust them out of your sight, honestly....<br />
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Anyway, in true post-Christmas tradition the weather is rubbish and the annual tax return deadline is looming. I don't worry about the latter; what can I tell you, I have staff, but the former is rather trying to a dog of a senior disposition. Even with a coat on, there is a limit to my tolerance. 'Them Indoors' have been taking the mickey out of my somnolence and reluctance to vacate my very comfy bed. I've got a good thick mattress and my soft toys arranged to block out any drafts and as pillows, why would I want to leave that for a soggy, windy and cold outdoors? There's also been some talk amongst 'Him' and "Her Indoors' about New Year's resolutions. I can't understand why they set such boring ones. Mine are simple. I resolve to take less exercise and eat and drink more whenever I possibly can. I'm also going to do what I want, when I want to, and I'm going to extract every ounce of fun and mischief out of a given situation. Sorted - Happy New Year!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why would I possibly want to go outdoors...?</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-53588823822860431052017-12-19T07:53:00.001-08:002017-12-19T07:57:24.533-08:00Seasonal ReflectionsNow I consider myself a dog with a wealth of experience regarding the festive season, after all, it's my fifteenth Christmas, so there's a few tips I can pass on to the less experienced furs amongst you. <br />
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It's normal, at this time of year, for your family to become a bit preoccupied. 'Her Indoors' has been wandering round, clutching lists and muttering under her breath for weeks now. It's also normal for the appearance of trees and other stuff that you normally associate with outdoors such as holly and ivy, in the house. Weeing on it is a definite no-no but if you get a chance to have a go at the baubles or tinsel, go for it, as for presents, get stuck into that wrapping paper at the first opportunity. As we get nearer the big day, maximise any opportunities in the food department, particularly dropped noms and unattended items. The only caveat is to avoid anything that's poisonous to us dogs as you don't want any unscheduled trips to the Vet.<br />
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If your standards of care start to slip a bit in the all card signing, wrapping, shopping and general seasonal bustle, make sure you draw that fact to your family's attention. I favour a little tactical naughtiness. So far, I've refused to come in from the garden when called and led 'Her Indoors' on a merry dance. Just as she got within grabbing distance I'd trot off again. The only disadvantage with this is when she did catch me I got such a scolding my ears wilted.<br />
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Next I found that someone had forgotten to fill my water bowl up, and when I woke at 5.30am for a little drink, I was thwarted. Not for long! I chased my empty metal bowl around the kitchen and made such a noise that 'Her Indoors' got up to see who was breaking in. She guiltily refilled my bowl but I decided it was play time. She wasn't very obliging. I then felt that I needed to go outside so she had to stand out in the garden, waiting, in her dressing gown, amongst the frost-fringed bushes, while I, after a token wee to deflect her wrath, sourced a quick snack under the birds' peanut dispenser. She gave me lots of advice about hurrying up, none of which I heeded.<br />
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Later on, when she actually wanted me to go outside for my walk, I stopped mid-way to the playing field and refused to budge. What can I tell you, it was cold. She had to pick me up and carry me home although once I got back I remembered it was breakfast time and started frolicking around like a spring lamb. What kind of name is 'little bugger' to call your senior Border Terrier?<br />
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Anyway, the big day is not far off now and I'm eagerly awaiting the return of my Juniors for a festive season of attention and tummy rubs. However, a few events have given me paws for thought. 'Her Indoors' runs a writing for well-being group at a local hospice and also dog walks for the Cinnamon Trust, so she knows a few people who are facing Christmas with serious and/or life-threatening illnesses. There are also those who've been bereaved in the last year, both of human and canine companions, for whom Christmas is an especially difficult time.<br />
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In addition, we saw a post on Twitter about senior dogs being dumped in rescue at around this time of year so that people can get a festive puppy instead. I guess there will also be the knock-on effect in a few weeks or months time, when people realise that puppies need a lot of caring for and also grow up, amazingly, into dogs, with all the demands on their attention and finances which that rightly entails. Such reminders, of some of the harsh realities of Christmas, don't do much for seasonal good cheer that's for sure.<br />
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So I'd like to spare a few moments to consider both furs and hupeeps for whom Christmas is a difficult, lonely and emotionally charged time and offer them my senior dog's breath licking and nose bumps which I know will be some considerable consolation. And if it's your Christmas that doesn't look as you'd wish it to look this year, consider it like an unattended kitchen table, and take from it what you can, enjoying what can be enjoyed, in the moment. <br />
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So, it just remains for me to send all of my Pals, real and virtual, my kindest thoughts and very best wishes for the festive season. I'll see you on the other side of the celebrations, in January. Happy Christmas to you all!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-41828122654614437202017-12-14T03:26:00.001-08:002017-12-15T11:08:13.829-08:00A Christmas Medley!<i>Do they Know it's Christmas </i><br />
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*in a serious voice*<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMyLKKxkyUWfh9qiAOlCemRjP-4XNmCA7S_aQGwamDR6XxVTyXsI_szON6Ryon305BfndKOVNRhn-SvwUSHCbFyCjrQhRHhByord8B_wmpLRn02267V2m3Oilp8UFQV5yvX-ckC4Otrs/s1600/IMG_0959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1224" data-original-width="1600" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMyLKKxkyUWfh9qiAOlCemRjP-4XNmCA7S_aQGwamDR6XxVTyXsI_szON6Ryon305BfndKOVNRhn-SvwUSHCbFyCjrQhRHhByord8B_wmpLRn02267V2m3Oilp8UFQV5yvX-ckC4Otrs/s200/IMG_0959.JPG" width="200" /></a>It's Christmas time<br />
and there's a need for a warm glow.<br />
At Christmas time, we let in noms<br />
and we banish 'no',<br />
and in our tweets a plenty,<br />
we can spread a smile of joy,<br />
throw a ball across the park<br />
at Christmas time.<br />
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*with a jaunty rhythm* <br />
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Bang! that's another bomb<br />
on another town<br />
while Kim Jong-un and Trump disagree<br />
If we get way with it<br />
live to wag our tails,<br />
I'll run for the presidency.<br />
If I get elected, I'll swap<br />
The Senate for the BT Posse<br />
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<i>White Christmas</i><br />
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*crooning gently* <i></i><br />
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I'm dreaming of a tight Christmas<br />
With all the beers I've got to know<br />
Where the treat tin glistens<br />
And small furs listen<br />
to hear the postman in the snow.<br />
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I'm dreaming of biting a biscuit<br />
with every parcel that alights<br />
May your dreams be rabbits aflight<br />
and may all your Christmases be white<br />
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<i>Whilst Shepherds</i><br />
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*sings with solemnity* <i><br /></i><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZR0wzkUp627YFAUCzZ7vObY5s-wyG35XWATI_YMvpycqX5KuGDCngvYYi8Y0CuL0O2JYswBtTcL7p_V0KP_GJSCm_vahRVDDkCLqBH3ZGYs4haaMEFrnBDIbaXSOxx57ZAD_lQgVSSg/s1600/IMG_0962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZR0wzkUp627YFAUCzZ7vObY5s-wyG35XWATI_YMvpycqX5KuGDCngvYYi8Y0CuL0O2JYswBtTcL7p_V0KP_GJSCm_vahRVDDkCLqBH3ZGYs4haaMEFrnBDIbaXSOxx57ZAD_lQgVSSg/s200/IMG_0962.JPG" width="200" /></a>Whilst gardeners watched their crops by night<br />
All growing in the ground<br />
The bunnies came and nommed them up<br />
And fury flew around.<br />
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Fear lots said they<br />
for mighty dread was sneaking up behind<br />
bad tidings of destroy he brings<br />
to you and all bunny kind.<br />
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For few in Rolo's grounds this day<br />
will escape Rolo's ire<br />
so savour freedom whilst you can<br />
from consequences dire!<br />
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All glory be to all BTs<br />
and in bunny burrows be peace<br />
Ne'er move henceforth from earth to garden<br />
and chasing you will cease.<br />
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<i>Merry Christmas Everyone</i><br />
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*barks joyfully*<i> </i><br />
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Snow is falling all around us<br />
furs are pootling, having fun,<br />
it's the season of noms that we're demanding<br />
Merry Christmas, everyone.<br />
<br />
Time for parties and celebrations,<br />
BTs barking all night long,<br />
time for ear-plugs and posse advices<br />
so we're never in the wrong!<br />
<br />
We're gonna have a party tonight<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJ7HsKpmkmFZe6v6oWzFigEdaznpUWCSFg0nBVLaGWjU9-ifShEi_tjNQOn3zbJ8-H2sYiI1PfiGa-PAZPrIwDi58NgFN_z5Pwljln11n_dvrgaiye9AwVhi-PA7buMXSJXWHzjVrbW4/s1600/IMG_0974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1308" data-original-width="1600" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJ7HsKpmkmFZe6v6oWzFigEdaznpUWCSFg0nBVLaGWjU9-ifShEi_tjNQOn3zbJ8-H2sYiI1PfiGa-PAZPrIwDi58NgFN_z5Pwljln11n_dvrgaiye9AwVhi-PA7buMXSJXWHzjVrbW4/s200/IMG_0974.JPG" width="200" /></a>we're gonna raid that fridge,<br />
underneath the hupeeps nose,<br />
nom cheese by candle light!<br />
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With popcorn waiting, balls for playing <br />
and the old furs, drinking beer<br />
Oh I wish that every day was Christmas<br />
what a nice way, to spend the year.<br />
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Merry Christmas everyone, Merrrrryyyy Chrrriistmaass everryyone! *trills to an emotional climax*<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-2360206639322989722017-11-26T07:08:00.000-08:002017-11-29T01:23:52.095-08:00Birthdays and long lost familyWell it's been quite a week! Firstly, 'Her Indoors', who's been gadding off abroad making friends with new furies, deigned to come back and attend to her pressing caring duties - namely me. 'Him Indoors' did his best, and he was particularly generous in the food department whilst 'Her Indoors' wasn't there to cast a beady eye, but 'Her Indoors' is my primary carer and I miss her when she's not around. A senior fur can't plump up his own mattress!<br />
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On her return, she found that her birthday present from 'A Unicorn Moon' jewellery had arrived. As I had played a key role I was keen to see what it looked like and I have to say Sue did us proud. It's a pendent with tiny replicas of my actual paw prints and my name. In order to get clear prints, I had to have my in between pad hair trimmed. This involved me lying on my back with my paws in the air in my basket, 'Him Indoors' being deployed to tickle my tummy as a distraction, and 'Her Indoors' wielding the scissors. I was actually quite obliging which is more than can be said for 'Him Indoors' who wouldn't allow his hair-cutting scissors to be used on hygiene grounds! 'Her Indoors' had to use her embroidery scissors instead. Anyway, they then wiped my front paws with a special wipe and got me to stand on a piece of card. It took a couple of goes before I was satisfied with the quality - if I'm having my paw-prints immortalised they've got to be good ones, what can I tell you - then 'Him Indoors' scanned them in and sent them off. I have to say that the final result is really good and I like the idea of 'Her Indoors' carrying me with her wherever she goes - only right and proper of course.<br />
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And then, to add to the excitement, it was my fifteenth birthday. As the average life expectancy of Border Terriers is thirteen to fifteen years, this is quite a milestone, and now that I'm safely into my sixteenth year, I have the distinction of officially not being average. My aim is to beat the world record, after all, it's the least I can do for 'Him Indoors'. Anyway, I got the usual fussing, gifts and cards, and 'Her Indoors' took a few photos and posted them on social media in time honoured fashion. However, this time there was an extra surprise. My pal Roky on Twitter, noticed that there was another BT called Milly on Instagram who was celebrating her fifteenth birthday on the same day as me and who bore an uncanny resemblance. It only turned out that she is my long lost sisfur from the same litter! She was the last one born and I was the last one chosen - what can I tell you, I was saving myself! It turns our she lives nearby in Kent, so we're going to arrange to meet up. What are the chances of that happening?<br />
So, it's been a bit of an exciting time and I've had to have a little lie down on my new mattress to recover. I need to keep my strength up as I've got an emotional reunion to attend and then I need to get ready for Christmas.....<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-48566143218129529892017-10-21T08:38:00.002-07:002017-10-21T08:46:23.541-07:00Finding my voiceNow it probably won't surprise you to learn that I've always been a dog with a lot to say for myself; what can I tell you I'm a vocal fur! There's always so much to comment on: people coming to the house or even just walking past (how dare they!), horses, other dogs (it'd be rude not to), birds flying over, squirrels, rabbits and then, occasionally, just barking for the sheer joy of sharing my voice with the world. It's something 'Them Indoors' can take exception to as my bark belies my size and can be surprisingly sharp when they're not expecting it. I don't know what they grumble about, they've both got robust hearts, as far as we know anyway....<br />
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And it's not like 'Them Indoors' are the strong, silent types themselves. 'Him Indoors' would deny it, but he likes a bit of a chat. Get him
on the phone and he's there for the duration. He also talks to me
although it has to be said that not all of that content is sharable and
there's a fair amount of practising of alternative names. 'Her Indoors' chats to her family, her friends, visitors to the house, and of course, to me. She keeps up a little running commentary when we're doing things together, including when we're out for our walks, which has led to her getting funny looks from ignorant pedestrians. 'Her Indoors' takes comfort from her well-worn mantra that talking to your dog is not a sign of madness unless they start talking back. I can't think what she means....<br />
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Last week, me and 'Her Indoors' had a joint talking appointment at our local radio station, Uckfield FM, discussing my latest book, 'Sit, Stay, Roll Over'. I allowed 'Her Indoors' to do a bit of chatting to Tony the presenter, after all, what do you have staff for, and I did the backing soundtrack with some panting and moving about. If you haven't already heard it, you're missing a treat, take a listen.....<br />
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<a href="http://www.uckfieldfm.co.uk/2017/audio/helen-stockton-and-rolo/">My radio interview</a><br />
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'Her Indoors' paid a price for such loquaciousness, she lost her voice later in the week and could only croak. This had it's advantages as she couldn't tell me off. She tried shouting in a whisper, but as I've got a bit of senior deafness I couldn't possibly hear her. Still, it didn't last for long and after a couple of days, it's come back and we're back to regular. I can't say I'm sorry. I missed our little chats and the occasional endearment that she sends my way when I'm looking all cute and innocent, curled up in my basket. Us dog's may not talk in the conventional fashion, but we're certainly big on communication in our own, inimitable way...<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-40778909092691831612017-09-11T04:56:00.000-07:002017-09-11T05:08:21.959-07:00Bordercamp, book launch and bunking off!Well it's been quite a weekend! I've been at Bordercamp South, Mersea Island, Essex, launching my new book, 'Sit, Stay, Roll Over'. We arrived on Thursday with our caravan, only for 'Them Indoors' to discover that they'd forgotten to pack my dog-tether stake - their memories are not what they were, at their age, bless them. Anyway, they seemed to think that if they hooked my extendable lead over an awning peg that would suffice. Honestly, you'd think they'd know better. I'd escaped twice whilst they put the awning up! Anyway, 'Her Indoors' reckoned that if she pegged down the awning really well and blocked any obvious gaps, I would have a secure area of my own. That lasted for all of twenty four hours before I squeezed through a gap in the corner, whilst 'Her Indoors' was doing the washing up and had taken her eyes off me for two minutes. When she came into the awning I was gone. She went outside to look for me but could see no sign and started to panic. After all, I'm a senior fur with dodgy hearing a long way from home. Just as she was beginning to imagine the Facebook postings and tearful 'phone calls, I was brought back by a nice lady on a borrowed lead. I'd got bored so had gone to investigate another caravan to see if it was any better than my own. 'Her Indoors' was not happy and her mood was not improved by the fact that as soon as I was put back in the awning I promptly went to escape again and had to be hauled back. My ears were wilting and my lead was firmly pegged down again. This, however, gave me the added fun of tangling it repeatedly around the awning contents and then sitting looking forlorn until 'Her Indoors' came to rescue me. It's just as well I've got a zip up soft crate so at least we could both get some uninterrupted rest.<br>
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The following day I was in the marque, selling my book, but I found I could apply the same principle as the awning escapes and I squeezed through the corner twice, dragging my extendable lead behind me, until they tied me down with such a complex arrangement of knots and winding that even I was flummoxed. I don't know why 'Her Indoors' was so upset. 'Him Indoors' escaped for a whole day on Friday to a history event and I notice he didn't get into trouble and tied to an awning peg.<br>
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Anyway, the day was a great success. Not only did I sell some books but 'Her Indoors' entered me in the 'Best Veteran' class. As there was a lot of competition and I was the oldest dog there, we didn't really think I had much of a chance but it's all good fun. I greeted my adoring public through the holes in the orange plastic fence around the ring, tried to snaffle treats off all and sundry, and 'Her Indoors' had a nice chat with the other owners whilst we were waiting for my individual scrutiny. Then the judge had a good look, up close and personal, which I enjoyed. I like any attention, it's all grist to the mill as far as I'm concerned. Then we did our trotting. 'Her Indoors' was a bit stiff after all that chasing around after me the day before, but I made up for it by moving well and playing up to the crowd; I love an audience. When we were lined up and the judge was taking a final look, I gave her my most appealing eyes and it worked; I won. I got a rosette and a trophy, plus more importantly, a big bag of treats. I also got an award for 'oldest dog in the show' with a repeat haul of goodies, and another rosette and goodie bag for best veteran in the 'Best in Show' class at the end; clear the shelves and make way for my silverware! I only wish I had been young enough for Terrier racing too...In addition, I was made a fuss of by lots of people, including some juniors who yelled support for me, and given so many treats that 'Her Indoors' didn't give me my tea until eight o'clock that night as she didn't want me being ill - as if!<br>
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So I'd like to bark a big thank you to John Lawrence and the team from Essex Borders for a great event and providing a fitting place to launch my new book. I'd also like to thank everyone who bought a copy and if you haven't got one yet, what are you waiting for? There's signed and paw-printed copies on 'Her Indoors' website, just click on the picture of my book to the right of my blog, or there are regular copies for sale on Amazon. I'd also like to thank the judge for making a senior fur happy, and for buying my books afterwards too. She is clearly a lady of discernment and good taste. And if any fur wants some advice on escaping, just get in touch, I'm a bit of an expert, what can I tell you!<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">To the victor the spoils....</td></tr>
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It has come to my attention that some of my pals on Twitter, whilst not as senior as myself, are definitely heading in that direction, so I thought it might be helpful to share the art of having a senior snooter or pootle, rather than a walk.<br />
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For a start, unlike a walk, a senior snooter is definitely optional. If the weather is poor or you just don't feel like it, refuse point blank to go. There's not really much they can do about this. They could carry you, but as exercise is one of the reasons for going, it seems a bit counter-productive although it might save them a trip to the gym. Equally, it's up to you to determine the direction, pace and duration of the walk. I wear a harness for attaching my lead so I can throw my whole weight into influencing these things. I also suggest you master the brace position if they try to make you go faster or further than you want to, combined with a balefull stare, that should sort it.</div>
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Once you are out on your senior pootle, you need to stop and sniff every scent in great detail. Don't be hurried by an impatient walker and whatever you do, don't miss one. Amble along, lingering at particularly interesting scents and retracting your steps if you want another go. </div>
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If you meet another dog, your greeting will depend on their disposition and age. If they are fellow seniors like my pals Chubby, Trigger and Milo, stop and exchange senior stiff-legged sniffing. If they are a youngster, make it clear that you don't want to play rowdy games of rough and tumble and chasing around. I do a good line in dodging young dogs, but if they persisit, give them a verbal rebuke. You need to put the young upstarts in their place.</div>
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If anything new has appeared overnight, investigate it thoroughly and make sure you wee on it. And talking of wees, for us dogs, cocking your leg is all well and good, but if it's windy or your arthiritis is playing up, feel free to keep all four paws safely on the ground. You don't want to risk the indignity of falling over. </div>
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There are some places that are particularly good for sniffing and weeing; the corner of the village hall is one of them. All of the local dogs leave a message there and I need to find out what the gossip is. Us village dogs are partiuclarly blessed in having twenty four little posts that seperate the car park from the playing field, to stop youngsters who, for some strange reason, think it's good fun to drive on the playing field and churn it up. Anyway, they make ideal sniffing and weeing posts, although 'Her Indoors' patience doesn't stretch to all twenty-four and I have to limit myself to a chosen few each time. I also like to see if I can get my retractable lead wrapped around a post or railing. I'm the only dog 'Her Indoors' has met who can unwind himself, but I sometimes just stand their looking miserable, waiting for 'Her Indoors' to do the job for me. It is important, as your owner ages, to keep them mentally stimulated so don't be too keen to rush and help them out every time.</div>
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And finally, you need to make sure that when you pooh, you do it at the furthest most point from the pooh bin and that you ideally do it in installments. Pooh, wait for them to pick it up and knot the bag, then walk a few steps and pooh again. It gives them plenty of practise in the clearing up department.</div>
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As some of you will know, I've been working on my new book, 'Sit, Stay, Roll Over' which is out on 9th September. It's a training manual for dogs to help them train their humans, so if you want some more help of this nature, pre-order it now, from 'Her Indoors', website www.helenstockton.co.uk/store, and we'll sign and paw-print it for you. A life time of experience for only £7.99. What can I tell you I'm a generour fur!</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346973785276213284.post-92100655478707688452017-08-04T07:41:00.000-07:002017-08-04T07:41:55.008-07:00Holiday hilarityI've just been away for my holidays, whilst 'Them Indoors' disappeared off to Bristol in the caravan. 'Her Indoors' was at a conference for a couple of days and, for some strange reason, didn't think it was a good idea to take me along. I bet I would have livened up the workshop she was delivering, and attracted more people, she only had to ask.<br />
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Anyway, the latest caring arrangements worked well and I'm back all chilled and in fine fettle. I've been through rather a lot of different care arrangements. I used to stay in a local kennels until a few years ago, but I kept coming back with an upset stomach so 'Her Indoors' put a stop to that. Then I stayed with a nice lady Ros and her family. She had three dogs of her own, that I approved of, but used to have other dogs staying too who I occasionally disliked, so Ros tactfully suggested I might be happier staying as an 'only dog'. I then went to a nice man in Uckfield, and got on well. He seemed happy enough with me too, but when 'Her Indoors' tried to get in touch with him for another booking, he didn't answer her numerous phone calls, text messages or e-mails, which left 'Her Indoors' wondering what I'd been up to. She's got a nasty suspicious mind, that's all I'm going to say on the subject.<br />
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Anyway, she found Shirley and Paul via Holidays 4 Dogs, Sussex. We went over to pay a little visit so I could give my approval before committing to staying there. 'Her Indoors' gets a bit tense on those occasions, a bit like at the Vet's. I can't think why. I investigated the kitchen, showing a bit too much interest in the fridge. I then went to explore the garden and did a big pooh on the patio so that 'Her Indoors' could demonstrate the bagging technique to Shirley. 'Her Indoors', having told Shirley I didn't go upstairs, had to go and retrieve me from the bedrooms, twice. I also investigated the fish tank and fish food, plus discovered that I could squeeze into the magazine compartment under the coffee table. There was also an interesting shoe rack in the hall to explore. 'Her Indoors' kept telling me off, but I've found the best tactic is to desist when scolded, but recommence two minutes later as soon as she's distracted and then repeat, indefinitely.<br />
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'Her Indoors' was a bit concerned about my stay. She was sure I'd be well looked after but, with a frankly worrying sense of priorities, was worried about Shirley and Paul. Anyway, they sent her a couple of little photos whilst she was away, to reassure her that they were ok. I had a great time. Paul has just had a knee replacement which made him the ideal walking companion for a senior dog. When Shirley and 'Her Indoors' were having a little chat over a cup of tea after she came to pick me up, Shirley gave the immortal judgement that I'm a 'little monkey' citing me grinding to a halt on my walk and only finding my forward gear when the treats were provided. I also refused to go out into the garden at night! 'Her Indoors' did a bit of unfeminine snorting and taught Shirley a few of my alternative names, which was quite frankly beneath her. She should only use that kind of language at home!<br />
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Still, 'Her Indoors' holiday photos shows that I was on her mind, although I'm not sure the photo of the dog cemetery in Bristol was very encouraging. Apparently, it was the name 'Nookie', that prompted the photo. 'Her Indoors' was intrigued to know how that worked, when shouted across a field. They might have got more than just the dog being recalled. 'Him Indoors' was concerned that she might be getting ideas about having a headstone for me, when the sad day finally arrives, and pointed out it would involve an eternity of strimming round it, but I personally feel that's the very least he could do.<br />
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Anyway, on a happier note, 'Her Indoors' saw a very up-market dog drinking bowl outside a cafe. They obviously take their canine pals very seriously in Bristol. Maybe I'll pay a visit one day myself, or perhaps I'll just lounge around, being spoilt, by Shirley and Paul, if they'll have me back of course!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking it easy.....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice of them to put my cushion on the garden bench</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interesting name for a dog.....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that's what I call a dog drinking bowl!</td></tr>
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