It's been a bit rainy up here. OK, we haven't been flooded, but we have got to the point where sunshine is really quite startling. And some of our fave walks are a bit muddy. Where does the mud end and Jake's paws begin?
Labels: Whimsy
Does Jake need a creative outlet? I think he needs a creative outlet.
But what might we find on the walls when we get home from work?
Cheers to the ever-reliable Cute Overload.
But what might we find on the walls when we get home from work?
Cheers to the ever-reliable Cute Overload.
Labels: Whimsy
Jake had been going so unacceptably (uncharacteristically) radge at any dog that sniffed his bum that we were seriously talking about calling our favourite behaviourist for some advice. But before we did that, we took him to the vet for a checkup. Le pauvre chien! 'Twas his anal glands again. After this was sorted, Jakey is much more chilled about eager noses in his nether regions. And no need to call in the dog-shrink, either.
Labels: Health
We are back from a holiday in Skye! In which we met hardly any other dogs at all. Perhaps it is because in the Highlands dog owners are expected to intercept dog crap before it hits the ground.
It was so beautiful! And so full of sheep and lambs. Even so we had a some great walks without incident, and Jake made the best of the one properly sandy beach we found. (Thanks to a tip from work chum to head to Glen Brittle). There were some fine shingle beaches and some fine seaweed-sludge traps (on day one, walk one, both Gus and Jake arrived back in the holiday cottage plastered in stinky BLACK oom-ska).
However there's a lot to be said for Portree -
The cute harbour ...
... the fine dining ...
... the opportunities to practice recall in heart-stopping situations, er scenery ...
And with one exception, every pub we went into was happy to have Jake in, even where food was being served, making the smooth transfer of left-overs to dog much easier. Particular kudos to the Stein Inn, the oldest pub on Skye to allow Jake to sit at our feet.
It was so beautiful! And so full of sheep and lambs. Even so we had a some great walks without incident, and Jake made the best of the one properly sandy beach we found. (Thanks to a tip from work chum to head to Glen Brittle). There were some fine shingle beaches and some fine seaweed-sludge traps (on day one, walk one, both Gus and Jake arrived back in the holiday cottage plastered in stinky BLACK oom-ska).
However there's a lot to be said for Portree -
The cute harbour ...
... the fine dining ...
... the opportunities to practice recall in heart-stopping situations, er scenery ...
And with one exception, every pub we went into was happy to have Jake in, even where food was being served, making the smooth transfer of left-overs to dog much easier. Particular kudos to the Stein Inn, the oldest pub on Skye to allow Jake to sit at our feet.
