Just in case you have been missing Spud the dog, here he is with Dodger the kitten cat.
I glibly promised more posts then disappeared off the the blogosphere.
All is well with us, but our Internet access has been rather dire.
Spud the dog is concerned his fan base might be diminishing. So I’ll post a laid back photo of his Devon Holiday.
Return to normal connectivity is anticipated next week. Watch this space.
Spud the dog thinks it is a very good Friday as he is home from kennels, he’s been simply dizzy with delight. He is now exhausted and crashed out on the sofa, snoring loudly.
We came home from York yesterday evening, too late to collect Spud, but an easy journey home, for the eve of a bank holiday.
It has been glorious here today. After a cold and frosty start
But the sun and blue skies melted it all away. The spring flowers like the birds are just singing.
I’m not sure next door’s cockerel is too chuffed at the return of Spud, I think he’d been making a move on our chickens in his absence. Spud pointed him off in the right direction, again
Have another flower or two, there are plenty to go round.
Here he is, sporting is spring hair cut. If you think he looks a little miffed,I don’t think it is the lack of his coat that is disturbing him, its more to do with the fact he’s just discovered he is going to the kennels. Poor Spud.
Poor Spud. Our holiday arrangements are a little complicated this Easter,but more of that in a day or so.
I mentioned in my last Spud post that he’d been lame. It was most noticeable when he came down steps or stairs, he moved in bunny hops rather clattering down in his usual style. The vet thought it a soft tissue injury and prescribed anti-inflammatory/pain relief and complete rest, you can imagine we had trouble communicating that concept to Spud…
Although not completely cured, he does seem a lot better.
Have you missed Spud? Here he is, his leg is much better, but not quite right yet.
He got a bit excited today, Jimmy the farmer turned up in his big red tractor, with blade harrow in tow, to do a bit of remedial work on the field, where the pipes for the ground source heat pump were laid*.
Jimmy jumped out of the cab for a natter, leaving the engine running. Time passed we carried on, nattering , putting the world, and the meadow to rights. When somewhat startlingly, the big red tractors engine went ‘Vrooooom, vrooom as only the engines of big red (and possibly green) tractors can.
‘Ahhh’, said Jimmy, knowingly,without missing a beat, ‘the dog will be ready for off then’.
Just as well, that as bright as they are, border collies can’t quite mange the clutch and the handbrake as well as the accelerator. A working dog has no time for idle chat and needs to put his paw down firmly from time to time.
* I will eventually get around to telling the full story of our magical heating system
This advert was always going to capture Spud the dogs heart, dogs just want to have fun.
BMW announced a new system that puts the thrill back in to driving for April Fools Day 2014. It claimed that the Force Injection Booster works by “extracting kinetic energy from the car’s engine and converting it into positive g-forces”. The effect being that drivers can experience the thrill of high speed driving even at modest speeds of just 20mph.
Additional BMW ‘AirNet’ technology works to keep occupants hairdos in tiptop condition while all this is going on. In the press release Professor Mika Notbetrü, Head of BMW Innovation, described FIB technology as “Mind-blowingly unbelievable”
Every now and then Spud the dog, lets it be known he is in charge of his manor, he does it in a subtle understated sort of way.
Our dear, kind neighbours (who lurk around this blog from time to time) also keep chickens, well they did, they are now, thanks Mr Fox down to a solitary chicken and a cockerel.
The cockerel is handsome and quite passive as cockerels go; but he is obviously missing having a full flock at his beck and call, so he and his lady pop over the lane to visit our girls.
Now Spud never, it seemed to us, pays a second glance to our chickens, he doesn’t chase or bother them what so ever. If they get in the way when he is chasing a ball he simply leaps straight over them. However Spud obviously does know what belongs and what doesn’t on his patch. Meeting the cockerel making advances on ‘his girls’ he politely but firmly showed him the gate. Here is Spud flushing him out from behind the oil tank.
I love that classic Springer posture, paw in the air, ready to spring.
Spud also has a bit of a deal running on gravy bone dog biscuits, that we keep in a pot on the kitchen work top out of Spuds reach. The cats however can and do reach them, fishing them out with their paws. They then take them down on to the floor to eat, they are allowed a third, then Spud, alerted by the distinctive sound of biscuit on pot, shows up and firmly takes the remaining two thirds for himself. My biscuit thank you.
Here is Jammy, in a different pot a plant pot.
I long for the weather to stop raining and to get out and about with the camera. Sigh.