Hello – it’s me again – the beloved Rio the awesome lurcher.
I’ve been cursed by writer’s block. What a nightmare!
But now I am cured. I was staring at a tree and had a flicker of awareness, not as to why I was staring at the tree but of my public. It was emotional. It started on Sunday when two of the pack took us off to an open day at the Ark in Ashbourne and I met several people I had started to forget but it came to me they were very kind when I was wrongly detained in the Ark. I was innocent.
Anyway, I digress. It has struck me that I lost my words but now they are found. So there is lots to come. I will go now I have an itch I just cannot get to so I am off to find a competent pack member to apply the appropriate treatment. Though heaven knows they are often too stupid to understand what I need!
A new walking place! The Chevin was part of a Roman road from a place to a different place – wot is a place?
It now has a nice golf club with a waiting list and altitiude. I heard a very nice lady saying how pleased she was with a new elevated tee. She was so excited but not as much as me when I startle a squirrel!
Nice sunny Saturday morning so a good start. Behind the golf course so 1 and 2 bit cautious about me sprinting accross and upsetting some golfers – as if!
I watched a little – big bag full of sticks, tiny little ball and they just keep bashing it. Why? What has it done to them.
Well I am not sure how that can compare with charging about following fox and badger trails, chasing rabbits and squirrels, cocking my leg wherever I like and jumping into streams at every opportunity.
Ah the joys of being a dog! If only you poor humans could share them with me.
They can change time! My morning walk was a shock it happened before I was ready for it; there I was fast asleep, dreaming of woods and streams and wondrous odours when bang – lights on, kettles on – nothing for me of course except “cold” water! Then dragged out to the woods.
They were talking of clocks going forward sounds amazing even though it has left me a little exhausted for days.
Mind you it was super when we got there and I think 1 and 2 were tired too because they were moving in slow motion so I got more time to hunt!
And then back for a hearty full doggish and a nap.
I have heard words like mongrel, greyhound cross and so on but our next door neighbour Brian has really impressed me. He said to 1 and 2 that they should look up pharaoh hound.
Wow am I gorgeous! Came from Malta, traded by the Phoenicians, companion of the Pharaohs – that will do nicely – I can now sleep on the leather settees with impunity. I even sound more educated don’t you think?
Good job I’m colour blind – they all seem paler than me and I have splendid feathering which they aren’t lucky enough to benefit from as estate agents say.
I was casually listening in to 1 and 2 discussing how 1 is boring because we keep doing the same walk. What a breakthrough – the woods!
Full of smells of all sorts of creatures and holes – big holes, little holes.
Trees and dips and hummocks and hollows and undergrowth.
Wow, the undergrowth – really awesome – I disappear in there for ages and ‘they’ don’t mind they just call my name to kind of check I haven’t sneaked out of the back door. But I only respond when it reaches the right octave and then I just pop out, do something engaging and then nip straight back in.
Not as many dogs as the park but more of the proper outdoor types that can cope with some head on rough and tumble.