Treachery

It’s a disgrace, a complete and utter fallacy.

Today, I was made to have a bath. That’s right, a bath! I’ve worked long and hard to smell this good and to perfect my crusty dinner face. It’s like they think it just happens.

Summer is gone but the sun was beating through the window. There I was in the middle of the ‘Bake’ step of my 3 step plan, so quite busy, and I hear them call my name. I heard the ‘treat door’ open so I stayed put and waited for something tripey. They never came, they just called again but it had a different ring to it. Dad appeared and by the look in his eye, it wasn’t good news for me. I tried to make a run for it but I was now at the precipice of ‘Bake’ and exhausted.

They had me and in I went.

I spent most of the shower fuming but then the anger washed away with the bubbles. All I could think about was getting into the garden and rolling in something good. Soon enough, I was out and I ran for the garden feeling fantastic.

I enjoy feeling clean but not as much as I do getting dirty again. I always throw in a few Tassie Devil spins to keep them happy because they always watch me after a bath for some reason.

Regardless of how nice it can be, it’s still treachery.

I'm legitimate

On the 6th September, I had a very important duty. I was a brideshound at mum & dad's wedding!

With a specially made collar, I carried the rings with pride and then promptly did what we hounds do best, sleep.

 

I enjoyed greeting all of the guests into the reception but I chose not to stay. Mingling is my forte but a group of people on the stage insisted on banging a drum all evening.

 

So, I went home with a smile on my face and a wag in my tail because finally, I'm legitimate!

 

 

Bake, Cool, Repeat

Summer is here and there’s nothing finer than roaching in the garden, watching the world go by but it’s always important to have a plan. 

My main aim has always been to soak up as much sun as possible but without a plan, you end up struggling to breathe and your skin becomes tender to the touch. That’s where the dilemma begins. I love the sun, I love getting fuss but most of all, I love breathing…it’s a favourite thing of mine.

So I’ve come up with 3 simple steps to maximise these summer loves.

Bake yourself in the sun until it becomes hard to breathe with your mouth closed. Don’t give up immediately; a few heavy pants won’t harm you.

 Cool yourself in the shade until you are almost shivering. 

Then simply, repeat. 

Not So Cheesy

When I heard we were going to Cheddar, I immediately thought I'd eat my own body weight in cheese. Not so. I sampled the local delicacies but the grass in cheddar just tastes like…well…grass. 

We met plenty of locals on our walk up the gorge with horses, goats and even deer making an appearance. They weren't very friendly, they just tried to out do me in the art of staring. Who are they kidding?

After a paw pounding climb, we found the perfect spot to share a sandwich and some laughs.

When we got back to camp I was so exhausted that I just wanted to sleep. However, I met a funky little bearded dude called Monty so that gave me a second wind. We had a good chat, nose to bottom. He'd come all the way from Yorkshire and gave me some good tips about having a dip in the neighbouring stream.

I pray for a good hot summer because ice cream always rounds off these hot days perfectly.

 

Just remember that house rules don’t apply to holidays so sleep on their bed and bite their sandwiches because it’s all laughed off. That's the Olive way.

Girls On Tor

Glastonbury was a lovely place to visit and very welcoming to hounds. Around every corner there was a thoughtful bowl of water for us to take a slurp from. It was lucky because it was roasting hot! I think I've gone soft from my Australia days.

Our walk up to the famous Tor was exhilarating to say the least. At the top, we soaked up the mythology and gazed at the beautiful landscape and any thoughts of being out of breath quickly vanished. You could see for miles in every direction so I just let the breeze play with my ears for a while.

Although there was one other ear-raising moment, a very 'happy' person offered £2000...for me! Thankfully, mum declined but what a cheek, I'm worth at least double!

All in pink

Even though my racing days are behind me, mum’s are just beginning. I got all dressed up in my favourite colour and went to support her in the ‘Race for Life’. She kicked cancer in the crotch and scored her personal best time!

It was great fun watching from the stands but I was a little overwhelmed, there was so much PINK. I love pink. I love to chase pink.

Reason 41

The bark in the park is that you should always resist the urge to Google yourself. Well, like an unlicked yoghurt pot, I’ve went and done it.

It appears that dad has been entering me into the Retired Greyhound Trust calendar competition. Don’t get too excited, I didn’t win but I have become their reason 41!

I was having a bad ear day. The look on my face is actually saying, “Stop pointing that thing in my face. There’s a squirrel over there!” Geez, humans and their priorities.