On my feet again.. temporarily

News, the pups are growing and mums doing well. 

Other news, a glorious sunny day with late autumnal vibes drew yours truly out into the wild world for a brief sojourn around the woods.

This was with Rosco who is the bull in china shop type and Benson who is just mental and loves to shove himself between your legs from behind as you walk along. So what could possibly go wrong? 

Well in this case, nothing. 

I just marvelled at the joy of being outdoors and upright and plotted lots of new adventures for 2025, yes dear reader it is almost upon us. 
 Its quite a long list so far, and all dependent on elbow fixing itself by mid January. 

Going back in time

My first thought was I thought that Cardiff Arms Park was smaller than I thought, and then realised this was the practice pitch at the back of the stadium. 

He who cannot be named, now a Major, was playing for the Army Rugby Team 

in what was his first game of the season on the hallowed grounds.

It was a jolly affair, several members of his previous team, Hereford, and his old school team turned out in support. It was the chance for The Apprentice to meet his God Father for the first time since his christening too. 

He who cannot be named played really well and they won 40 to 7.

Here he is casually pointing out the score. 

Or the team mascot. 
 

Late arrivals

About a week ago we thought we might have some new arrivals

which would be nice but in terms of timing while yours truly is incapacitated not the greatest of additional demands on our time. But Isla had other ideas and held on over the week, giving every

indication that pups were on their way when in fact what she was plotting was delivery on the most awkward day ever, a saturday morning when the vets are double time and yours truly who, unable to participate in the ultra marathon he was entered in, was in fact going to watch he who cannot be named play Rugby at Cardiff Arms Park. 

Luckily MBAOSPW acted as midwife this time as me doing it one handed was not an option and all four pups were delivered before I left for an evening of sport 0% Guinness and nasty hotdogs. 

 

Things to do

No running.. so reading. 

No cycling ... so eating, especially big breakfasts. 

 No dog walks so dog watching... especially Isla who is very very pregnant. 

Thats me told!

 And as a consequence of the weekends shenanigans yours truly is in a neck brace and cast and sling. Apparently I am a non compliant patient and got what is in NHS terms classed as a bit of a bollocking. No mosh pits allowed, no one armed cycling and no running. For now. 

In my defence I was left unsupervised

The morning got off to an interesting start, especially for the fish as the K9s had once again redirected the pump pipe to drain rater than clean. In the nick of time yours truly who was actually foraging for fresh eggs spotted the impending demise of the fish and sorted the pipework and refilled the pond. 

Later I was feed the equines their fruit and veg when the dogs decided that they needed a veggie boost and started fishing carrots from their stalls

much to the annoyance of Rocco. 

The rest of the day was spent not on the exercise bike, or on the treadmill as thats not allowed due to broken elbow. Neither is attending a heavy metal gig even if you are suitably dressed in armoured motorbike leather jacket

which if you were able to get into and get to gig you wouldn't stand in the 3rd row from the front wondering why a Swedish man dressed like Lena Lovitch played the same song for 30 minutes while performing weird yoga stances, and each time he thanked you for listening to his insane warbling you hoped that that was the last sound he might make, ever. 

The main event was a band going since 1984, The Cult on the 8424 tour, who absolutely rocked, but as you were not there you wouldn't have got caught up in the inevitable mosh and had to explain  

to your beautiful and oh so patient wife when you got back at 1am why your elbow was stinging a bit more than it was the last time she saw me 36 hours previously.  Had she been here to supervise me then none of this would have happened. Maybe. 
 

It's a dog's life

Its tough being a Corgi

so many positions to adopt

over the course 

of an evening 

just to get comfy.
 

Nerd Alert

October the 31st 1917 in what was Palestine, the town of Beersheba was held by the Turkish army supported by the Germans, it had the only water supply for miles and was a vital asset in the desert. So every year for the last 4 or 5 yours truly has set up a wargame based on the famous Australian Light Horse charge across 3 miles of flat open desert into the Turkish gun line and driving them out capturing the wells. 

Here we see an advance party of ALH bothering the Turks.

The Light Horse formed up in 4 lines support and supplies to the rear

the charge begins

and they moved so fast they were able to get underneath the artillery who could not adjust the guns fast enough.

Contact

and they broke through over the trenches

suffering only 12 or so casualties

they took the town

and the rest as they say

is history.
 

Trick or treat

No prizes for guessing what we were up to last night 

when we went to see some of our foster carers and children 

and spent a fun few hours trick or treating and eating pizza. 
 

Plotting

This is Ivy

who single pawed

caused the current anatomical predicament for yours truly. She's currently calculating the probability of getting the bonios out of my hand before I hit the deck again.