Tuesday, 16 July 2019

Lesson learned...maybe

 Benson is recovering from his encounter with wood ants, his face is tender but looks like he wont be scarred for life. He is not the brightest bulb in the box of eco friendly LED replacements as while yours truly was out on the evening rounds feeding the critters
 and marvelling at the tiny pony balancing on Apollo Benson was hanging himself on a window handle in an effort to climb out and join us.
Luckily he was spotted before he killed himself. Think he might have attachment issues, or a deathwish.

Monday, 15 July 2019

Job well done

 So having confidently stating that yours truly was going to keep the blog up to date why you may ask, why did I disappear for a week. Well nearly. Ok so not a week but its not been up to date. Well its for charity mate, yours truly along with other press ganged members of the Lions ran a charity shop and raised enough money to buy 5 shcools in a box for UNICEF and if you dont know what they are ask google. Anyroad up this also led to me talking to the local primary school where I managed to avoid ruining 120 childhoods by heading off at the pass a revelation that Father Christmas wasn't real. In full flow I was telling the excited little kiddies how exciting being a Lion was and that one of the things we do is every year we dress up as Father Christmas' HELPERS! The looks of horror on the littlies teachers faces as the approaching lexical disaster looked imminent was followed by sighs of relief as the train shot by with HELPERS painted all over it.
Meanwhile Bryn is trying to disprove the theory that he has a brain cell and was found standing by the toilet staring at the wall, looking for pixies.

Keep yer nose out!

If you fly with the owls you must rise with the larks
or in other words after a super late night at the Kiss gig
yours truly was up at sparrows fart
exploring the woods with several large dogs. Now, in our wood there are several Ant mountains, and I mean big ones, one has been there since 2006 and this monster is relatively new, well new to me, so off we wended having made a note of its location
and pondering the possibilities of this being a really old ant's nest.
So after our usual splash about in the river
we got home and got on with the rest of our day which for most meant lying around pointlessly.
Fast forward 24 hours and a similar route taken and more fun in the river had.
Which was the time when I was able to photograph the state Benson had got himself into.
Unlike Bryn who has at least one brain cell
and doesn't stick his nose into ants nests, no matter how big they are, and here's another big one we found that morning, He is a sensible lad thus avoiding an expensive trip to the V E T. Oh and pain, lots of pain.

Thursday, 11 July 2019

A day of contrast

 So the day started early doors with a low level patrol
 with the clan Patriarch, Reuben, to the river
 which he loved
 as did Holly
 trips up the Bonsai Mountain will resume once the hot weather subsides.
 Plenty of water stops ensured this old boy wasn't too stressed by his exertions.
 Much later…. as is tradition when attending such an event, a super hot Nandos was scoffed down with a bucket of ice cold diet fizz to alleviate the pain
 before finding our seats to prepare for something very special and very loud.
 Kiss were in concert and this was their final tour, ever.
 In every way this was a larger than life gig.
 Without doubt the best gig I have been to since seeing Pink Floyd 20 years ago.
 It had every heavy metal cliché you could shake a stick at
 with lights, lazers, flamethrowers, explosions, trapezes, hidden risers, crane and glitter, lots of glitter,
 To say it was loud would be an understatement
 and I spent the whole gig grinning.
 Strange to think that the men on stage in outrageous costumes and makeup were all septuagenarians
which probably explains their lack of regard for health and safety. Cue flamethrowers!

And relax

 After the fun but hectic day yesterday today was a day spent kicking back and relaxing, mainly sat in the shade with the K9s.
 RRMk2 was particularly pleased with himself after a quick visit to the local park to compensate for his older bruv being at a birthday party
 he scaled the climbing wall unaided for the first time.
Seemed like far too much hard work for yours truly so I resumed the position under the sun shade and relaxed once again.

Wednesday, 10 July 2019


 Fair to say it was quite early when yours truly got up as today was going to be a good day.
 Naturally I had observers while I toiled
 to turn this yard space into a convivial space for a clan gathering.
 Flags were raised
 tapestries hung
 and guest arrived with presents of fine Argentinian wine
 and dogs, lots of them. Pups from way back when and recent times gathered for a walk, food and celebration of the life and times of the Dolyhir Clan.
 Reuben was a fine host
 and the guests were many, here Elea a fab Great Swiss that we have known since puppyhood reacquainted herself to the Clan members.
 But the real stars (if you can single any of these amazing dogs out) were Harvey Puppy Dog and Fizz, both from the first litter between Rocky and Reba. Have to admit to getting quite emotional over seeing these two, the brother and sister of Spotty, Bliss, Mr Bear and WooZah who now race around over the rainbow bridge with their parents.
Their owners swapped stories
 and then we set off on a low level walk to the river and back to work up an appetite.
 The apprentice showed his gymnastic skills
 while the dogs showed their wading skills.
 The kids joined in
 and much
 fun was had by all
 until heading back
 to Rock HQ
 while the dogs plodded on along the Clan trails
 with Fizz and Liz making sure
 everyone got back safely to the food!
 Of which there was quite a bit.

HPD and Fizz

So many thanks to everyone, to Marshal and his lovely owners, to Lunar and her fab people, to so many friends who took the time to bring back their dogs to Rock HQ for another lively and lovely day. We are so lucky to have met you all and to have shared part of your lives. Thank you all.