Yes, this is perhaps the most relevant update in our life during our short hiatus: my boyfriend has nobbled his foot beneath the loading ramp of a skip, leaving Jasper and I alone on our travels.
It has been seven weeks and counting, and Jasper has learned quickly. He now only approaches me when he wants to go out, and gives only me The Eyes. Bad foot or not, Andrew doesn’t know how good he has it…
Yesterday, we headed over to the Lake District, to spend the day with my parents who were holidaying there for a few days. The weather wasn’t up to much but when you have scenery like that and an energetic pup around you, it hardly seems to matter. Continue reading “Day Tripper”
This time Druridge Bay Country Park, somewhere we both love and you can walk for miles. It is a twenty minute drive from us but, to do now and again, is well worth it. Continue reading “Another day; another beach”
After the storm – after the sand and the gales and the trauma – we returned to Blyth beach a few days later for a glorious walk in the sun. It was still cold but it was refreshing and we met plenty of people to talk to – and dogs to play with!
Jasper was almost faultless, coming away when called and absolutely nailing fetching the ball and we all absolutely loved it.
(He also did OK at posing for pictures too!) Continue reading “We Went Back”
This week it was decided – only by Andrew – that I would be holding the lead. Which was a bad idea all round. Continue reading “Puppy Class II”
I can’t work out if this is a “Get-me-the-Hell-down-from-here” look, or a “Yeah-I’m-a-baby-what-you-gonna-do-about-it” look…
They say it comes in threes, and it duly has, but I fully anticipate there being many, many more examples.
There have now been, on three consecutive days, three people who felt compelled without the merest prompting to try and impart knowledge and/or advice. And I’m mad.
Continue reading “It Comes in Threes”