It's A Dog's Life

"It's A Dog's Life" 

What does it mean?

Well it has two meanings

It can mean a miserable unhappy existence

or, as in the case of our dogs, a wonderful life. 
Take a look at what life is like for Buster and Rufus.

This wasn't staged, it's Rufus, he just plonks himself down regardless of what's there.

He wasn't sniffing the tulips! it's just the way he was laying

I can't remember how piglet came to be in the garden, 

but Rufus is always quick to spot a comfortable place to rest his head!

If you ever find yourself hankering after getting a dog but don't know what breed to get I would highly recommend a Lurcher. Being related to Greyhounds they are couch potatoes, which is strange, you would think being racing dogs Greyhounds would be high maintenance.  

They get long walks, sleep all day, Rufus loves playing with his toys and we get a lovely welcome home when we have been out, even if it's only for a couple of hours. They are lovely well behaved boys.

A Lurcher is not a breed of dog but is a type of hound that results from cross breeding a Greyhound with a breed of Terrier. They are unique to Britain and Ireland and have been around a very long time.  They are thought to originate from the time when only Noblemen were permitted to own pure bred Sighthounds such as the Greyhound, Saluki, Deerhound, Whippet and Wolfhound. The punishment for a Commoner for possessing one of these  types of hounds was death. So the Lurcher was bred to fulfill the need for the Commoners and Poachers to own a fast and efficient hunting companion.

If you do get a dog, please go to a reputable breeder and make sure you see the mum and dad. And don't reject the idea of a rescue dog. Rufus is a rescue and he is a darling.

~Be warm and well ~

Polly x 

Buster's Diary

One of our walks involves crossing this bridge, over a stile and into a field that leads into other fields. It's a nice walk and used to be a regular one until the bridge broke. We continued to use it occasionally until the day I refused to cross it on the way back from our walk, it was starting to get a bit wobbly. SL tried to coax me across, then she got cross, then tried coaxing again. When none of that worked she said we would have to backtrack to cross the stream at another point. She and Rufus came across the bridge, she was a bit cross as it was going to add time to our walk so I crossed back over the bridge. I don't know why she said a rude word, I thought she would be pleased. 

The bridge has now been replaced with this metal one. SL thought it was ugly said it was a shame they didn't replace it with a nice wooden one, but it's only a bridge in a field not a runner up for an architectural award.

We have had some lovely weather on our morning walks lately, 
a little cooler but most days have been gloriously sunny. 

Fields are being ploughed 

and this crop has been harvested, it looked like grass, I don't know if it's winter feed for cows or horses. Rufus hadn't seen any of these bales before, he started barking at them from a distance,

then he followed me onto the field for a closer look. 

He had a good sniff round this one, peed on it, then oh oh he found it, 

yes he found something gross at the side of it. 

SL got to him in time to stop him getting it all over himself like last time, but just this small amount was bad, it smelt disgusting and he had to have a wash when we got home.

No I wasn't eating these. SL heard on the radio that there has been a bumper crop of wild mushrooms due to all the rain we have had and that many of them are ok to eat. She was going to pick them and look online to see if they were ok but she kept forgetting to take a carrier bag out with her!! 

Those horrible, nasty harvest mites are still bothering me, I thought they had gone, as if that's not enough to cope with, last week I injured one of my paws. I think I cut the soft bit in between two of the pads. It was bleeding profusely when we got home, SL rinsed it with some water and wanted to have a look at the damage but I wouldn't let her. 

Wonder if I can manage to jump up onto the sofa.
I missed a few walks and I've been hopping around on three legs but I'm much better now.

Meet The Dogs

 Rufus and Buster are Lurchers, Rufus has more greyhound in him, Buster has more terrier. 
Rufus was a rescue dog, we've had Buster from a puppy.

Here is Buster as a pup, the black and white one on the right, with his mum and siblings.