Long time no postings

 

 

Bosworth here....long time no news from me, but you do know it's all down to the human who feeds me to get the words out, and she's been pretty busy. Well, I have too. A few snippets to update you:

The humans took me away with them to France in my campervan,and we stayed at their favourite campsite place for a few weeks. I like it there too, been a few times, know my way around and which walks I like best. And it's not bad at all sitting outside my campervan watching the world go by.

Only trouble was, if someone came a bit too close to where were (think it's called a pitch?) I had to tell them not to come too close, so I did get a bit told off for barking, and when I made that low quiet growly noise, the humans said "No growling!" to me. And all I was doing was keeping guard on my territory (or should that be terriertory?!).

Lots of other odds and ends of exciting things have happened. We all went to visit their daughter - the one with the cat - as she's moved to a new house. And would you believe it...? That cat was there too! And I still never really got to find her as there are lots of new hiding places in the new house.

A few days ago, when it got sunny (oh it's been SO wet, I've had to go out in the rain quite often, and I don't like it) we went out for the day in my campervan to the sea and beach. I had a great run on the beach with some other dogs who were taking their humans out for a walk.

I was tired out and needed a good snooze after that. I slept all the way home but did like being back in my campervan again, only though it was only for the day.

 

 

 

 

Barmuf beach

 

I've not had a chance to say anything lately because the human who feeds me and telepathically shares my thoughts has been busy. Writing a book or something, but she's been at it for a bit of a while now and has eventually realised I might have something that I want to say too!

I've been away for a few days to a beach with the humans, to a place called (I think) Barmuf. Well it sounds a bit like that. (Ed. It's Barmouth in Wales).

I don't know what you do when you get on a beach but all I want to do is run and run and feel the sand between my paw pads and smell the lovely exciting smells and enjoy all the space and....well, you know what I mean.

Of course, an important thing to do asap on a beach, or anywhere come to that, is to make my mark, which is what I did on that big beach.

 

That done, I was ready to explore and run about, and I met a few other dogs doing the same thing so we had a bit of a romp and play. Then I walked and ran for a long time, all the way along the beach and up to the bit where you can go into the town, and there I found something very interesting. And dead.

You may recall I found a dead harbour porpoise a while back when we stayed in my campervan in that place called Squirrel. This body was a bit different, and it was half covered in soft sand nearer the path into town and a long way from the sea.

The humans wouldn't let me sniff it and put me back on my lead (hhhmph) and the one who feeds me said it had flippers at the back and looked like a seal.

After we'd walked a bit in the town (don't know why, nothing of interest there for me) we went back to where we were staying in my campervan. I think it's called a campsite and it was an interesting one, right near the beach, and it had rabbits!! So all my short walks there were nice and interesting too.

The humans got a bit carried away while we were there with the views. They liked  looking at the Linperninserla (Ed. Llyn Peninsula) where there are mountains.

They went a bit mad for the sunsets on the way back and I had to hang around waiting for them to take photos, but TBH I was a bit tired then anyway as I'd run about a lot and was ready for a snooze back in the warm in my campervan.

First Encounters

Hello there! Long time no blogging because there's been a lot of interesting things going on. 

I went to stay with my human's daughter. She looked after me while my humans went away to somewhere called France for a wedding. I was spoiled rotten there, which was fine by me, and especially interesting was THAT CAT who sometimes comes to stay at my house was there too! Didn't see much of her, but we did meet under a bed somewhere, which was fun with lots of brisk running about.

Anyway, their daughter took me to meet her friend's baby. I didn't know what a baby was. I've never met a baby before, and he'd never met a dog before, but it was just perfect when we met. 

Here are some pics of us getting to know each other. We both enjoyed this first encounter. He liked touching me and feeling my coat and I liked licking him to show I was friendly. We were very gentle with with each other.

The baby that Bosworth met is just over a year old and he has Down's Syndrome. He's a much wanted, precious baby and he is growing up in a loving family environment. His mum has already met some prejudice because of his condition, but she's strong and has discovered who her true friends are because of this.

People with Down's, in my experience, are very loving and caring and they love music and dancing, My brother-in-law was born with Down's and from the time I first met him, when he was 5 years old, to the time he passed away in his 50s, he was nothing but kind and fun-loving. He was gentle with Bosworth's 2 predecessors, and I suspect that dogs know when people are kind. So in a way it's not surprising that baby and dog both gravitated towards each other and had such a delightful encounter.

 

A place called Squirrel

 

I've been a bit quiet lately, and that's because the human who feeds me and writes my blog (telepathically transmitted by myself) has been doing some other writing. She writes about the places we visit in my campervan and they get published in some magazine or another.

Let's catch up - I went away in my van a few weeks ago to a place called Squirrel. At least, I think it's called that - it sounds like that anyway (Ed. it's The Wirral).

We've been there before and it's really nice as it's close to a beach and some woods and a big open grassy space to run on. I like the beach best though, and this time, we found a body on the beach.

I kid you not - there was this big brown lumpy shape that smelled very fishy, and of course, when we got close all I wanted to do was sniff it. My humans kept me away from it though because it was a dead harbour porpoise ( we think) and it looked in a very sorry state of deadness (interesting though...)

 

The humans thought it had been washed up by the tide, and that it had been dead for some time. Bit sad really. You can see the fin thing on its back (Ed. dorsal fin) and its spinal column. Gruesome really. And they wouldn't let me near it, I just had to look.

Back at my camperavan on the campsite, I stretched out in the sunshine to snooze and just enjoyed being on a short holiday away from home where I could see and sniff new things, and run on the beach. Perfect.

Dog napping

 

There has been a lot of focus on pet theft recently, and apparently (so my humans say) it's good practise to stay vigilant when at home and when out with us dogs.

It seems that dog napping has increased since we've had the lockdowns, and personally, as a dog, I can think of nothing worse than being stolen and separated from my beloved, besotted humans. Unthinkable. What might happen if we were stolen, sold on to a new home, or taken to a puppy farm for breeding? Horrible.

The Kennel Club (I think they must be specialists of some kind) have some good suggestions about making sure we pooches are kept safe - you can read about it here. There's some useful info.

But common sense is a wonderful thing too, so make sure we're always in sight or on our leads when we're out (it's always safest on leads actually, especially if there are sheep or other animals about).

Please don't tie us up outside a shop and leave us while you go inside. The human who feeds me witnessed a dog theft a few years ago. The dog had been tied up outside the local Co-op. She was walking past and noticed two women untie the dog and start walking along the street. At that moment, the owner fortunately emerged from the shop, saw what was happening, shouted, gave chase and got her dog back. Nasty experience.

Make sure, if you have a garden, that it's secure and that the gate is locked. My humans had to make my garden secure because I started digging my way out under the fence and escaping to the next door garden to find their cat......but that's another story and we don't refer to it very often.

Make sure, too, that we're microchipped. That's an important one.

By the way, my use of the word "napping" definitely refers to kidnapping, and is nothing whatsoever to do with having a nap in the sun, in spite of the picture my owner has chosen to go with this blog post.

Does my bum look big in this?

Someone left a nice comment on my last post, saying:

Bosworth, hi! Please can we have a cute pic of you in your fleece onesie? Don't complain about doing the same old route all the time. Walking is good for you. You must see all your little friends out and about, which is nice for you and your humans. Billy 

Thanks Billy, and Hi! No idea who you are but thanks for your request for a pic of me in my onesie, which my human has found, along with something I wrote  a while ago on another blog I had, about going to be fitted for my onesie. Here it is - the story of the onesie. Actually, I have two onesies now - as we've had so much rain, mud and even snow, they bought me a spare for when it's cold and wet. I'm very lucky. And I do enjoy my walks, especially when it's somewhere new.

Here's the tail - sorry, tale - of how I got my first onesie: 

We went on holiday in my campervan to somewhere called North Devon. My humans did all the arranging and driving and packed my food, treats, toys and bed, so all I had to do was behave myself and settle down between the two front seats of the 'van for the journey (hitched up to my restraint of course).

We stopped off at a couple of places on the way before we actually reached North Devon, and I'd heard them say something like, "We could go there on the way and have him measured for it, it's somewhere near the campsite" (that's a magical word for me - I know it means we're going somewhere new and interesting).

Their satnav thingy didn't work properly and they kept saying things like, "It's right out in the sticks here." I like sticks. You can chase them and chew them and sometimes, if I find one I like, I carry it back home. So I thought we were going to a place that had lots of sticks for me to play with. But no. We ended up in a sort of farmyard with a big shed building where there were people making things with funny-looking machines.

They all made a fuss of me then I was taken into a big room with lots of shelves and one of the nice people got something from a shelf, took it out of the bag it was in and put it on my body! I was a bit startled. It was like having human clothes on and I wasn't sure what to make of it, although it felt kind of cosy and safe once it was on. I even saw that dog I sometimes see who looks a bit like me. He was  wearing it too when I looked at the thing they call mirror. I must say, the colour looked quite fetching against his coat.

In my onesie in the snow

After that, we got in the 'van and went to the campsite, where it was wonderful. Woods! Mown pathways through them! Lots of long grass! Smells! Places to explore and a big lake, where they had to keep me on my lead as there are things called beavers who live there. Seemed to me that the beavers chopped down bits of trees as there were plenty of sticks lying around on the ground. Maybe this was the place they meant that was in the sticks?

Great as it was there, it did rain a lot one day. That was the day they got my my new outfit out of the bag and put it on me. It was to stop me getting soaked, muddy and dirty in the rain, and it worked. When we came inside the van, it was the outfit that was wet and muddy, not me. So it's not too bad at all really.

I do wonder what I really look like in it though, and if my bum perhaps looks a bit big in it?

Editorial note for dog owners: Bosworth's suit came from the home of Equafleece in Devon.

Why I moved from WordPress to Blogger

There's been rather a lot of muttering lately from the human who feeds me and writes my blog for me, and the other human who does "School" with me. They both use WordPress for their blogs, and mine too, and it's recently changed.

Changed in a big way too - instead of being easy and straightforward to use, it's become a lot more difficult, clonky, techie and confusing, and it takes my human who writes this for me a whole lot longer to get a blog post together because she now has to use what's called the Block Editor ( all fancy tech stuff with buttons and bits to click on to get anywhere with it.)

Frankly, she's fed up with it, so she's creating a new blog for me with Blogger because it's easier to use and doesn't have all the fancy techie stuff that this Block Editor (Idiot more like) thing has.

With Blogger she can just write down what I'm telepathically transmitting to her without pushing any extra buttons, or fiddling around getting something like the good old Classic Editor they've discontinued and ditched in favour of this new Blockhead thing. Oh she can get at the Classic one, but it's not like it used to be and yes - there are buttons and links and fiddy bits all of which drive her doolally.

So watch this space because we'll be moving over to my new blog soon and waving goodbye to WordPress, although I'll leave my pearls of wisdom and thoughts on this blog for the time being so you can read some of the things I've been up to.