On this day in 2013 I was plucked from the kennel at the rescue centre and driven to my new home. It was my Gotcha Day. I had no idea then what was to happen to me but I know I am safe, loved and cared for.
Even the addition of Lenny to the pack changed little after the initial fun and games and we have grown to be good buddies. I am growing older and as will have been seen from previous posts, I am getting wobblier and susceptible to infections and illnesses. It is all part of life’s rich pageant and I cannot change it. Nor would I want to change it. I will press on regardless with my usual aplomb and lack of complaint.
Twelve years and thirteen Christmases have passed. My life is happy, safe and I am loved. If I could wish only one thing for fellow rescue furs it would be that they have the same security as I have. Oh and more treats of course.
As the summer ploughs on, the days become warmer more frequently and I become more languid and, maybe, lazier. I think I’m allowed to be lazy now that I am allegedly fifteen. In any case, our walks with the parentals have been made earlier and earlier, before the sun is too high and the warmth makes it uncomfortable for myself and my little pal, Lenny.
As it was this morning we were walked briefly across the field outside the front of our house. We were quickly turned around and headed back toward the house. Lenny and I knew what this meant and right on cue, the car was opened so we could be coerced into our travel crates. Along the lane, turn right, turn left, follow the road, through Ludlow, across the bridge, sharp right and then on to our destination of Mortimer Forest. We haven’t been here before so our attempts at trying to leap from the boot of the car into 2,500 acres were not greeted with too much appreciation from the parentals. Something was mumbled about two idiot beagles running around and not listening to commands.
We set off at a pace along the first path, through the cool trees and trying to keep under the cover of the tree canopy. The sun was rising swiftly and we wanted to try and see as much as we could in the time available. Once we had walked briskly around a circuitous route, we found ourselves coming toward a fellow beagle called Chester who was thirteen, off lead and well behaved. What was this sorcery? I fear this is the end game for Lenny and his “training”.
Sooner than we would have liked we found ourselves returned to the car, placed unceremoniously into our travel crates and headed home. Breakfast was of course served in the utility, after which Lenny and I took our leave to stroll over to a sofa each for rest and snoozing.
It’s too hot for an older chap like me, so I suppose I should be grateful I have a walk early morning so I can sniff at my leisure and not have to worry about overheating. We also tend to stay off roads and tarmac paths as these can heat up far too quickly for our pads which burn and become very sore. Whilst the hot weather continues, we will walk early and chill out for the rest of the day.
It’s a scorcher out there and I haven’t blogged for a while. There appear to have been quite a few things that have gone on in my life since I last updated anyone who will listen.
Our walks have become earlier and earlier due to the vagaries of the British summer being very hot on 7-10 days, wet and drizzly for another 7-10 days and then warming up again to the temperature of the suns core recently. As an older fur I am struggling to adjust to the heat, as well as the changes in the temperature. We aren’t stopped from going out for a walk, it just means that the well placed kidney pounce on our dad is performed much earlier than he would like. We have been near and far in our walks, exploring the lanes and fields locally as well as taking road and rail trips to far flung destinations such as Carding Mill Valley and Ludlow. Somewhat unsurprisingly the two trips on the train have deposited us, with our parentals of course, in the pubs of Church Stretton and Ludlow. We didn’t complain and nor did they as the pint of welcome ale was consumed under the shade of a large oak tree in the Kings Arms pub garden at Church Stretton. For clarity we had walked around the town first, exploring the streets and alleys before being dragged kicking and screaming into the pub for a lunchtime swift half. The Blue Boar in Ludlow was also visited so the standard of the ale could be taste tested. Also The Old Street Tavern was checked out and found to be more than reasonable. As quiet and dignified furs both Lenny and I were welcomed into all the establishments.
Lenny being a good boy
We then found ourselves in the car for a trip to Bishops Castle. This is where our vets is located so we watched with much trepidation as we wound our merry way along the lanes toward the town. We needn’t have worried as we were discharged from our travel prison cells, wandered around the town and then found ourselves in the Three Tuns Inn, which is not the pub for the brewery. It is actually owned by Heineken who have recently closed it for “refurbishment”. I think the trips out in the car is a ploy to get Lenny more accustomed to travelling for the future.
For a trip that didn’t include a pub, we were put into the car early one morning and found ourselves pointing north. Some 30 minutes later we parked and the discharge of the beagles took place. We had arrived at Attingham Park, near Shrewsbury. Our friend Griff had told us about this place so we did a dry run to see where it is and what it was like. We will be going back with Griff as we liked it very much. It’s very dog friendly and we saw plenty of other dogs there.
Attingham Park
It is run by the National Trust and allows dogs to walk about for their pleasure. Some places we all need to be on leads but it was great fun.
Attingham Park
Anyway, closer to home we have been cheered up because the farmer has cut all the hay grass in the front field outside our house. Having left it for a few days to dry out (it was very dry thanks to the heat) the farmer rolled up the grass to make excellent obstacles for beagles to sit on. Lenny needed a bit of help but he enjoyed himself. We actually found out about the hay bales from Griff’s predecessor Charley and his brother fur, Boot. They were both pictured jumping from bale to bale, ears all flapping in joyous excitement.
Lenny on the hay bale.
Beyond these shenanigans it has been life as usual. Summer is taking her toll on us, making it too hot for a daytime bimble and meaning that we are forced to try and chill out during the day, all the while having fans pointed at us to try and keep us cooled. I have just got a cooling mat which means I can now snooze with my back legs on my flat bed, have my belly on the cooling mat and my head on the tiled floor. As an older fur I am struggling quite a lot with the heat so I am lucky that the parentals keep an eye on me to make sure I’m not overheating too much as well as make sure all my 14 beds are plumped up and ready. Sometimes my cooling mat is transferred to my sofa, although this is usually accompanied with excessive eye rolling from our staff.
Snooze, its the only thing to do.
Finally, for now, the vegetable and fruit garden is giving up its delights gradually. We have the first and second crops of potatoes, blackcurrants and soon to be more tomatoes and lettuce. Once the chillies, peppers, apples, pears, plums, onions, spring onions, cauliflowers, leeks and Brussel Sprouts have all done their growing I think we will need some new freezers. Hopefully this weather becomes somewhat cooler so Lenny and I can get some more adventures and shenanigans under our harnesses. Watch this space.
This is a sad day. In fact make that a sad week or even month. As many of my readers will know, I have a wonderful group of friends around the world who I laugh, cry and be silly with. Recently however there have been more occasions upon which I have reflected on sad news arriving in my Twitter (for that is what it was when I joined) feed.
Over the last few weeks I have found out that so many of my friends have been making their final and longest journeys over the Rainbow Bridge. Since March we have lost Sweeney, Sunny, Remy, Dawson and Mischa and my good friend Harvey. Now, today I have seen the news that one of my oldest friends has made her final journey to the everlasting meadow. All are mourned, all are remembered and all are thought of in lighter and happier times. All are missed, particularly by their human guardians and assistants.
Today I saw that Curfew made her journey. She lived in Thailand with her dad. Curfew was one of the very first pals who greeted me with love, warmth and friendliness when I arrived in my new home in December 2013 and started my online presence soon thereafter. She was always getting up to silly things, eating naughty things and being loved by her dad and her friends around the world. Curfew showed us all some sides of her local culture that maybe people didn’t know about. She was always exploring and making new friends. Her dad would give her baths, which Curfew complained about, however it was very warm weather and I think she knew he always had her best interests at heart. A kind, warm friendly and loving pal, Curfew had some medical issues to deal with but these were encountered with stoicism and bravery. She was just over 15 years old when her body and mind told her that it was time for the final trip over the Rainbow Bridge to the everlasting meadow, where the sun always shines warmly upon our fur. Those who have made the journey before her will show the way and they will be ready to make her comfortable in the place where the squirrels run slowly.
I know that our times will come, all of us must make our journey and we will leave behind our humans who will be broken hearted but we always take a piece of our humans heart with us for safe keeping. Run free Curfew, Sunny, Remy, Dawson, Mischa Harvey… All of you have fulfilled your task down here and now you can rest, easy in the knowledge that you made humans feel love, fun, laughter and contentment.
I appear to have had something called a birthday last Sunday. I am told that I was fifteen years old which, in human years, makes me quite ancient, a little dusty and somewhat crumbly. Of course, being a stray, orphan or rejected fur, no one really knows when my actual birthday was so I am happy to get some sort of celebration.
As a result of my birthday I was loaded into my car prison cell and transported to an unknown destination. I was promised fun, plenty of shenanigans and plenty of belly rubs, head scritches and ear ruffles. Lenny came along for the ride and we looked quizzically at each other when loaded into the car. Down the lane, turn right, turn right again, follow the road for miles and miles and miles, turn left, turn right, drive along a motorway and then turn left along a narrow road. We could smell something familiar but couldn’t quite put our paw on what it may have been. As soon as we had parked up and the boot was opened we saw the most welcoming face of Sasha beagle who greeted us in typical fashion. This seemed to make a few people in the vicinity smile and laugh. Out of the car and onto our paws. Welcome to the Wirral Way the sign said. We had arrived at a place called Thurstaston and it looked really nice.
Once the humans had got their greetings completed, we led the way along the gravel path. I was immediately accused of pulling like a steam train and told to slow down due to me being of advanced years. I took no notice as we strolled along the path all the while avoiding the joggers, cyclists and other walkers coming toward us. After a while we turned right and headed along a small lane toward the river Dee. As we wandered out onto the beach I could see Wales on the opposite shore and I felt happy to see the land of my birth. Along the sandy beach we strolled (read pulled like a steam train). Lenny and Sasha walked nicely and they were very politely walking alongside each other, when Sasha wasn’t running ahead and having a lovely time.
That’s Wales over there!
Along the beach we went, sniffing and trying to eat any dead washed up sea creatures, all the while being watched by the parentals who were trying to ruin our fun. Up the steps and back toward the cafe. We knew what was coming next as the question was asked “Ice cream anyone?”. Us furs didn’t get any delicious looking ice cream. We had to sit and be good whilst the humans ate their delicious looking ice creams. After a while we were moved along again and found ourselves being loaded back into our travel crates for the return journey. We said our sad goodbyes and we really hope to see Sasha again soon.
SashaLennyMe
We arrived home and were, for some reason, really rather tired. We managed to sleep until at least our evening dinner, which was a miracle for me, apparently. What a great day, in a lovely place, with brilliant weather and an ace way to celebrate my birthday. I am a very, very lucky lad.
As we yawned and stretched this morning we had no idea of the impending shenanigans we were about to perform. It started like most other Friday mornings and we strolled around the house trying to wake ourselves up to face the day to come. Somewhat strangely we were allowed out into the garden without being shackled to a parental. Lenny and I took the opportunity to scent the grass, eat the gifts left to us by visiting rabbits and get huge eye rolling from our watching staff. We then had a small breakfast and found ourselves each being strapped to a parent. We never made it past the car despite our efforts at trying to reach the field in front of our house. Duly loaded into our travel crates, we were taken down the lane, right, left, along the road for a good distance and then right, left, bear right, turn right and parked.
We had arrived at what I can only describe as a stately home in somewhere called Herefordshire. This was south of our previous southern travels and we had even crossed the county borders and, what’s more, we didn’t need our passports. As we leapt from the car we looked up to see a kind lady coming toward us saying “Welcome to Croft Castle, is this your first visit?”.. Lenny and I told her it was but we were told to sshh by our respective parentals. We went through the big archway in the wall and off we wandered (read pulled, puffed and strained on our harnesses) finding ourselves quickly in a very pretty walled garden full of flowers that Lenny clearly decided needed to be watered.
Once we had explored the walled garden we strolled along to, I think, the main house where the posh people used to live. There was a lovely view away to the south of the house the grounds swept down to a big lake.
We started to walk toward the lake but there were far too many sheep snacks lying about and we were quickly turned around. This was to become a bit of a theme unfortunately. Back past the house and along a small footpath we went, turning left at the end and through the gate. We were going to follow a “green” route which was deemed flat and easy to walk around. This was going to be fun thought Lenny and I at the same time. As we strolled along the fruit trees were protected by barriers and we assumed this was due to deer eating the bark. This was not the case as we saw the cows loom into view and our respective leads got severely shortened. Now I am afraid to admit that I have “history” with our bovine pals so as soon as they started to walk toward the people in front of us, it was deemed too dangerous for me to be walked amongst them. I would point out that I had already started to whine and whimper in anticipation of meeting some ruminants. Again we were hastily turned around and followed another path, this time through an outdoor play and discovery area for children to learn about nature and the environment.
Far too soon we found ourselves back in the vicinity of the car and our ride home from a morning of fun. Having arrived home we were pleased to see that our second breakfast was provided.
Croft Castle looks like a good place to visit. There are many walks through woods, fields, around lakes and up or down hills. Off track walks are mixed with strolls along gravel paths, there is plenty to see and do so I think we will return soon. Whether we will be mixing it with the cows, that’s another question entirely. Dogs are allowed in the majority of the grounds and the cafe, apart from the bit where the parentals pay for things. The big house is also off limits for us dogs which is fine as there are plenty of outside sniffs to keep us amused.
We finally got around to going somewhere more exciting than the local lanes, fields and park areas. It was a lovely sunny morning with the birds chirping in the hedges whilst they dug up worms for their breakfast. I prefer kibble and my chicken food.
Lenny and I were walked briefly across the field at the front of the house and then found ourselves locked and loaded into the car for a trip. What was this sorcery? We had no idea. Anyway off we went along the lane, turn right and right again, then a left, a right and straight on to our destination. Well, kind of. As the boot opened we breathed in the scent of the countryside and gazed out of our prison cells to the hills towering in most directions around us.
Once our parentals had sorted out their footwear, we were attached to a human and bounded from the car. Off we go then. A lady on a recumbent bicycle drifted past and Lenny aroooed. A man ran past, so I aroooed. This was to be a theme for the first ten minutes or so of our trip. As we wandered (read pulled and strained in our harnesses) along the valley floor we kept on looking up and seeing the hill tops in the distance. Through the water, drink in the river, pull my welly wearing parent into the river and then arooo at another person who wandered past us smiling. Across the ford, over the footbridge and follow the little sign with a green band around it toward Light Spout Waterfall. As we stopped at the junction of the paths, we allowed three people to go ahead of us whilst of course arooooing loud at them.
Looking along the path it started to get rocky and uneven, with boulders and gravel for slipping opportunities. This was going to be fun. Our leads were subsequently shortened as we ascended the first section of the rocky path. Over the boulder, around the edge of the path, through the stream and cross the footbridge. This continued for a while until we arrived at the waterfall which was a trickle thanks to there being little rain for some weeks now.
It was still very pretty and very quiet, so we weren’t disappointed. The circular path seemed to go up steeply next to the waterfall and it was at this point that the parentals looked at Lenny and I both puffing like steam trains. They looked again at the steep path, looked down at us and muttered something about a nearly fifteen year old beagle who doesn’t know when to be careful and who “will be broken through the exertion of continuing the ascent”. We had walked far enough for Lenny and I to turn around for the descent of the path which proved equally as proficient for the chances of slips and slides. Being reined in again was a bit boring to be honest. Returning to the main path we decided that it was a better idea to try and walk in the river, as this was also better for our sore paws, as well as explore the sides of the valley.
I drank the water whilst Lenny tried his best to avoid getting his toe nails slightly damp. He had no choice as he was walked through the little ford further down the hill. Back to the car and we were duly placed in our cells for the return home and our breakfast. We just finished our walk as the people arrived for their trip around the hills of valleys. I’m not sure it would have been as quiet as it had been for our circuit.
Living locally to the Long `Mynd is handy for getting there early, avoiding the more crowded times and giving us the chance to go on shorter exploratory walks. I am now lazed under the desk noisily snoring whilst a parent writes this. Maybe they were right about me being tired.
Not Christmas but the year in general for Lenny and I. Until I sat down a short time ago, I didn’t realise that we had packed so much into it. So here goes for a year in which we moved house, got a new house, lost dear friends, gained new acquaintances, found new places, left old areas, when it rained, rained some more, was sunny and our fruit trees were prolific. All the time we were surrounded by love and friendship despite having a few vet visits thrown in for good (or bad) measure. First part of the review will be today and the second part tomorrow.
January
It all started so badly when a great friend to so many made his way over the rainbow bridge. Our wonderful pal Hamish told his mum that he was ready and she took the bravest decision to allow him to run free.
Never forgotten
Beyond the sadness of his passing we realised that we still had shenanigans to perform. Lenny and I took our cue from one another and continued the long tradition of silliness.
What? Us?
February
We knew something was afoot as there was far too much activity in the house that didn’t involve this “work” thing that we are continually told about. Lenny hid in his cave bed and we enjoyed the sun when it finally showed itself.
March
The day arrived mid way through the month when we found ourselves standing in an empty house as all our belongings had been packed and stolen by removals men. Lenny and I were transported to another house, hours away up the motorway amid much huffing and puffing from the driver.
Bye bye old houseOoh adventuresHello new kennel
We started to explore our new manor and we found Ludlow too. Lenny was still intent on being silly.
Good griefIs that a castle I spy?
April
We had a visitor from the US who bought us gifts. We played nicely of course, as you would expect from well behaved beagles.
I haven’t managed to dead this one yet.
We explored more whilst the sun was out and the area became greener and warmer.
May
May arrived and we were finding our paws more. We went out with our neighbour and extremely good pal Griff who showed us some of the local sights.
Our fruit trees started to show signs of life and then we had a visitor all the way from Yorkshire. Hector came to see us and brought his parents. We weren’t allowed in the garden due to his bad paw but we still had a chat.
June
June started with Lenny and I being taken on a long walk around a place called Wart Hill via a hamlet called Cheney Longville. Apparently it’s in the Domesday Book. We were tired afterwards for ages, so we think it was a cunning plan.
We explored at every chance we could get and it rained. Quite a bit. Which will become a recurring theme.
RainingReady for take offIt’s nice round here
That’s it for the first half of the year. I am sure I have missed out some of the things we got up to and I apologise. There were so many things happened that it is too much for an old beagle to remember them all. Part two to follow.
Last weekend it was decided on our behalf that we would take a little trip to Ludlow. It appears that our assistants had heard about some festive cinnamon buns that were being sold at the local cafe near Ludlow Castle and unless we went to sample the fayre, they may sell out and we would miss out. I hesitate at this point regarding the use of the word “we” as it would be made plainly obvious that particular pronoun was not alluding to beagles.
As we were loaded into our travel crates for the short hop to Bromfield, there was some chatter from the front of the car in relation to the conditions of the lane, whether the correct footwear was used and if a certain beagle would behave himself. I am not sure who this last part is referring to! Down the lane, turn right, turn left, follow the road and turn right at the church. Upon our arrival our pal Griff was being released from his carriage and we made sure he was aware that we had arrived. In fact I think those people in the nearby half mile radius were aware of our presence. Once shackled to an unwilling parent we leapt salmon like from our cells and proceeded to try and walk to Ludlow as quickly as possible all the while forgetting that we were attached to said parent. Initial greetings with Griff were dispensed. We strolled along the lane, over the river, past the gate house, around the next gate and then through the piggery. As happened previously our leads were significantly shortened and we were warned to behave and not eat the treats that were kindly left for us by the resident porcine pals. Parents are no fun sometimes. Lenny also avoided puddles. We continued along the winding lane until we could see the castle and St Laurence church looming on the horizon. Around the bend, over the bridge and four festive pastries were bought, along with coffee to keep the chill at bay. Us beagles sat and waited in a manner in which you expect us to behave, all the while without sampling these delightful festive buns. Lenny and I have a sneaking suspicion that Griff may have got a little corner of bun, but he didn’t let on.
It was decided, again on our behalf, that we would take a more circuitous route for the return journey. So it was that we found ourselves pulling our parents up the steps to Whitcliffe Common and onto the road. Turn right, down the slope and then up onto the No Through Road. This all seemed new and exciting, with plenty of puddles, rivulets coming off the wooded banks and muddy patches to splosh through. Lenny maintained his ability to avoid most of the really dirty areas, which continues to worry both myself and Griff. We were both determined to make up for his cleanliness. As we strolled along the lane a vista opened though a field gate and the Clee Hills showed themselves in the distance. A fine view.
On we journeyed until Griff took a sharp right along a farm track heading back toward the piggery. Once at the piggery our leads were shortened and the now usual instruction was given regarding our scavenging abilities. Through the gate, down the dip, up past the Lady Halton turning and across the river to the car. Five and a half miles of fun, scenting and adventures were over. We were forced to say our goodbyes to Griff who was being towelled down after having had a “dip” in the small stream flowing a way back up the road. Lenny and I then suffered the ignominy of being towelled down to get some of the dirt off of our paws. We slept in the car on the return home and it was as much as we could manage to eat our breakfast once we had been washed and cleaned down. This time we noticed that shampoo was used on us. For the remainder of the day and into the next day we slept soundly and dreamed of our adventures.
It’s tiring work all this beaglingWake me up in about a week
We are finding our paws much more now we have been here a while. It is a great walk from Bromfield to Ludlow and we have been promised that we will be shown the longer version of the walk in the new year, once the weather has dried up and the fields and lanes don’t resemble quagmires in places.
Lenny the following day
It is clear that Lenny has no stamina and I am getting older. That’s my excuse for sleeping long and soundly, and I am sticking to it. 😀
Having never taken much notice of my servants, I continued to ignore their requests for me to stop scratching my ears with my back paws. I argued that the ears in question were, after all, mine to do with as I wished. Sadly my scratching made my ears raw, they itched more and I scratched more.
So it was that a couple of weeks ago I was loaded into my travel crate and we set off for some exotic and far flung destination. I realised after a short time that Lenny wasn’t in the car with me and this could only mean one thing, that I was off to somewhere neither far flung or exotic. Duly arriving at the vet, I dismounted from my travel crate and found I was expected. The vet was pleased that I had my Cone of Shame already around my neck as this appeared to stop me scratching and making the ears worse. I was thoroughly checked, prodded and poked. Discharged with some new potions and lotions as well as recommendations to my mum I returned home where even Lenny looked at me like I was foolish to keep on scratching my ears without considering the veterinary consequences.
Fast forward a week or so and my life was still blighted by the Cone of Shame. When I had been released from its grip I had immediately started scratching again. So on the orders of the vet I was returned to their custody to be examined. This time however it was with my other parent. I knew I was in trouble as he would tell the vet everything that I had got up to. Right on cue my inner secrets were divulged and the vet gave me some serious side eye which I would have been quite proud of to be honest. The vet looked in my ear with her otoscope (is that not a great word for a beagle vocabulary) and I was told there was an infection which needed to be cleared up. And NO scratching, so the Cone of Shame was to stay in place. Once again I returned home to Lenny smirking at my alleged foolishness.
For the last week I have been captured once a day by my parents who have administered the drops to my ears so I can try to have a life without the Cone. The last two days or so I have been a “Cone free zone” albeit whilst being watched permanently by two humans and my younger brother (who’s not actually my brother but…). Don’t tell anyone however I feel free and I haven’t tried to scratch my ears as they don’t itch anywhere near as much. Whisper it quietly as it is hard to accept that my parents are right and I should listen to them. Maybe! ðŸ¤
Dexter 