JUNE 2013

I have been having a very tiring and confusing few weeks.  My girlfriend Jazz has come to stay for a while and I have fallen in love all over again.  This is her giving me the “look” when I asked her if she wanted to “promenade avec moi ce soir, mademoiselle” (a little something I learnt in France last year).  I was extremely eager to spend some time with her having been forcibly kept apart for a while due to the seasons which I assume means we are still waiting for summer to arrive. I have chased her all over the place but she keeps playing hard to get, however now she has calmed down, I am puffed out, so maybe I will do the usual male thing and have a little snooze.  I find females a very confusing race. 

The Mrs is spending more time with me outside in the garden clearing and cutting back and I am assisting by fetching any sticks that get thrown aside.  There is also a lot of digging going on.  The Boss uses a wicked looking implement with a great deal of effort and although I have “pawpose” made implements for the job for some reason he definitely does not want my assistance.   If I do dig faster and deeper than him I am usually in trouble and honestly, I was only trying to help.  Once the gardening is finished and the grass has been cut the small white balls have been making an appearance on the lawn again while the Boss practices his strokes with the hitting sticks and I practice my strokes by sidling up and leaning against his legs for a pat.  I love pats and, despite her reluctance to “promenade” with me, I love Jazz too.        

MAY 2013

MAY 2013

Bert’s Blog: Since their return from holiday I have had trouble recognising the Boss and Mrs as they seemed to have changed colour!   This is me doing a double take ‘is it them or not?’ until my nose took over and recognised them both.  They were much closer to the tone of my own brown coat, but theirs is fading fast whereas mine stays chocolate smooth and shiny.  We had a joyful reunion helped by a good report from my carer where I was staying.  I enjoyed myself and made some friends to play with and apparently I am allowed back at any time so I must have been good. 

Since my return the Boss has acquired a new box on wheels which does not smell the same as the previous one which, I have learnt, the Mrs is quite pleased about.  She has insisted that all paraphernalia pertaining to me and the Boss must only be put in the rear and at no time should any ‘game’ be put inside the cab, where at the moment it smells a bit like the dreaded ‘bath’ room, so I shall be quite happy not to spend time in there.  The only regret is that the seats smell rather like a favourite chew I once had but I don’t think I will ever get the chance to check their flavour out.

I’ve had the pleasure of trying the new box on wheels out when accompanying the Boss on his vermin shoots.  I love this as it means I can run as fast as I like to collect pigeons from all over the fields as they fall out of the sky.  When they don’t there is a lot of sighing and moving and we all wonder where they are – not so daft these birds I think…..

 

 

 

April 2013

Bert’s Blog: The Boss and the Mrs are going on holiday without me. I am not sure how they can stand to be parted from me.  This has resulted in me going to spend a few days with some friends and I have purloined the Boss’s favourite hat to take with me to remind me of him while he is away.   I am not sure he has missed it yet….

Since we last spoke I have had a few visits to the house of the men in white coats and clean smells.  The first was because of a near terminal case of the sneezes whereby I couldn’t stop and everyone found it hilariously funny until they got fed up with hearing me and starting taking it seriously.  This ended up with me being knocked out and spending time in la la land (a place where dogs always catch clawless cats, bones are plentiful and I share the bed with the Boss) only to be told there was nothing wrong with me except an ‘allergicat’ reaction!  Honestly the things these humans make up. 

The second visit to Mr Antiseptic was for a lump on my leg which involved another visit to la la land, an ugly shaved patch which I hope will re-grow before my girlfriend Jazz sees me, loads of stitches and having to wear a ridiculous inverted bucket on my head which took six attempts to destroy after the Boss kept mending it.  I ended up looking a bit like Frankenstein’s dog with metal repair bolts through the bucket on every side just to stop me eating my stitches, all I wanted to do was give it a good lick.

I have to behave while I am staying away, no digging, no howling and no messing about…..can’t wait till they return.

March 2013

Bert’s Blog:  All dressed up and nowhere to go.  This was me in February, after taking hours to get dressed only to be told I would not be accompanying the Mrs on her birthday, apparently no dogs allowed.  Mind you, once I looked in the mirror I got the shock of my life when I thought I had turned into a blonde!  Talk about dizzy - couldn’t wait to get it off.

Talking about dizzy, there is some progress to report with the small ball of fur which lives here who seems to be thawing out somewhat; accidental meetings no longer involve her impersonation of a Harrier Jump Jet but more the slow lumber of a Jumbo.  Sometimes she sits and watches and, should I be reprimanded, I often catch a glimpse of a small preen of the whiskers, however the fur ball was herself reprimanded recently for sitting on the bird table.  The Boss was not pleased to see her there and has now fenced it off with wire to allow only small birds to feed and not fat cats, pigeons, crows or magpies. 

I found the Mrs. a nice present in the garden which I had dug up the day before her birthday in readiness for the celebration, however when I gave it to her she seemed less than enthusiastic to hold on to it so I modified it slightly for her and went a bit too far as there does not seem to be anything of it left now.  I can’t understand why the Boss loves meat but not bones.  Now I have shed the blonde I think I will go and dig up another present, the best thing about being brown is that it does not show up the dirt.

January & February 2013

What a confusing time of year for a dog Christmas is – lights are put outside and trees put inside.  I was allowed nowhere near the tree inside in case I disgraced myself.  As if I would!  It was hung with many large round balls, which I was not allowed to play with, and had colourful packages underneath.  The miniatures all visited and had a great time unwrapping the packages which the Mrs had taken such care to wrap up. I had been given strict instructions not to do this but they did not get into trouble when they did it and there was a great deal of merriment. Eventually I was allowed to participate in the unwrapping as you can see.  I gave the Boss a large lick and the Mrs received my paw like a lady.    I received a number of things, the worst being yet another bath, then a turning out of my bed, but things improved when I was given a bone, some turkey, and a large chew to keep for later. 

The bath meant I smelt like a right woofter when my girlfriend Jazz arrived.  She lives with a couple of the miniatures and we go beating together. Jazz is black instead of brown; her mum didn’t eat enough chocolate for her to be the same as me, I’m a real chocolate.  She and I have retrieved lots of pheasants lately and I have learnt that I must stay with the Boss until he says I can go.  This was a hard lesson to learn as I was dying to stretch my legs, but the praise I get when I behave more than compensates for running wild and I don’t like being told off in front of Jazz – it’s embarrassing. 

December 2012

Bert’s Blog:  There have been some complaints about my perfume, why I don’t know as I love my smell.  Apparently the Mrs finds it offensive so the Boss and I spent time in the bathroom where some soap containing dogodorant, or some such word, was splashed all over me.  Special attention was given to washing behind my ears and other certain places which I am forbidden to mention here.  My favourite bedding was also put into a machine that never stopped still and I became quite giddy trying to keep tabs on it.  All in all I think I am going to end up a bit of a ‘woofter’ again (canine term for dogs who don’t smell like dogs).  Bathing is not a dog’s favourite pastime.

Prior to this ignominious turn of events I was enjoying myself participating in several exciting days out beating with the Boss looking for game - and believe me it was – a great game.  I am sure it must be in my genes as I loved it and can’t wait for the next time. Meeting up with other dogs that look like me and running through the undergrowth, searching and finding, learning the shape and smell of the game and when to keep still and when to forage is my idea of heaven.  I am not afraid of the guns banging and I can bring birds back to the Boss which he is very pleased about.  Unfortunately I also retrieved someone else’s on a few occasions which the Boss was not so pleased about and he said I need more restraint, but I get so excited that I get carried away.  Apparently, time spent on the lead will prevail in the future and if he mentions ‘bath’ again then I will definitely calm down and sit very still…

November 2012

Bert’s Blog:  This is my nose and although highly prized in the dog world and by the Boss, it also has the capacity to get me into trouble occasionally…..

Sniffing in the garden recently I found a small white ball which when thrown in the air, bounced with alacrity and was easily catchable in my mouth.  I had a great game with it and the Boss laughed at my antics.  He plays with a similar white ball in the garden sometimes, but strangely by hitting it with a long stick.  Once I had accompanied him and the Mrs on a ‘round’ when they both hit white balls with various sticks until it eventually disappeared down what I thing was a rabbit hole. Confusingly boring I thought but it made for a nice walk. 

Last week, when resting in my favourite place in the Boss’s truck waiting for him to come and find me, boredom struck.  When my nose told me that there were some little white balls in the bag laying right next to me containing long sticks, I thought I would  liberate a few and entertain myself playing that game of throw and catch again. 

Let me tell you, I was more than half way to attaining what my nose was telling me and liberating the first of the many balls I was sure were in there when disaster struck.  It would only have taken another couple of gnaws on the frame and they would have all come bouncing out but the boss appeared at that point togged up to play with his sticks and told me in no uncertain terms that I had been a little too keen on this occasion to follow my nose and I was certainly not allowed to accompany him on this round.