Showing posts with label Tacoma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tacoma. Show all posts

Tuesday, 9 January 2024

The much anticipated debrief on DB

So Gail, let me remind you of our deal. I permitted you to give me a thorough bath and shampoo upon my return home and now, while I cuddle up all clean and fluffy on your lap, you are to tell me about how badly your friend Marse's dog DB behaved during your stay in Tacoma. Right?

Oh Nobby, but surely you first want to hear about what a splendid time I had with Marse, her kind and generous extended family, her lovely, entertaining friends and all three of the dogs, not just DB. And the comfy 'beach house' by Minter Bay, the delicious food (including some 'interesting' experiments with a new air-fryer), the beautiful - if admittedly rather damp - walks through the moss and fern-rich forests, the glimpses of majestic Mount Rainier, and the short but invigorating kayaking sessions?

Er, frankly Gail, no. I just want to hear about how DB is naughtier than me.  

Nobby, this is very mean spirited of you. Especially as DB cannot answer back (unless he trains his human to help him comment on this blog by logging into her Google account). I absolutely insist on first telling you about the two twelve year old pups also present, Josh and Charlie. 

Well OK then (sigh...)

Josh is a fine hiker despite his age and altogether a Good Boy who will only occasionally wander off and not return when summoned. Look, he even carries his own water and food in a little backpack (as does the much younger DB). 

And then there's dear Charlie, Marse's niece Zealon's beloved golden retriever. He is a big soft sweetheart who is suffering from tumour in the mouth and other health problems but still enjoys being petted and cuddled and never ever complains.

Enough already! Time to hear about DB. I gather he is a noisy passenger in the car? 

This, Nobby, is undeniable. DB is quieter after he has been for a good long walk, but at other times a muzzle is required to reduce the decibel level to a tolerable whimper.

Oh dear. I expect you are now grateful that I am always completely silent and calm when travelling. 

You have a point Nobby. 

And how are DB's manners when out on the trail? 

Well Nobby, like you, he's a good, strong and willing hiker. His encounters with runners and cyclists can be rather fraught - one might say his conduct is erratic, a word I often use to describe your  performance at your agility training sessions...

Gail, we are supposed to be focussing here on DB's bad behaviour here, and not my rare moments of mischief.

Let me see, what else then? He has the ability to rip to shreds any stuffed toy within ten seconds flat, but to my knowledge has never, unlike a certain wire-haired fox terrier, chewed up a pair of spectacles, a bank card, a parking permit or a pink highlighter pen.

Going off message again Gail! 

DB is, I think, rather large to be a lap dog but he doesn't know that. He is perhaps a little too affectionate with the kisses on the mouth, but that's hardly a crime, is it Nobby?

I guess not. Actually he sounds quite a decent chap. As does Josh. Oh how I would love to meet them both one day. I think we could even teach each other a trick or two. 

Now how much is that plane fare to Seattle again? 

Sunday, 7 January 2024

The importance of blending in

Many of my human readers will know what it's like when you go to a new school and your classmates all tease you 'cos you have the wrong clothes or haircut. 

Well imagine how I felt, rocking up to Craigmancie Farm a few days before Christmas all fluffy, clean and city-groomed, with a wardrobe comprising my smart and pristine red winter raincoat. 

Rest assured, after a couple of days of rampaging round the muddy farmyard with my five fox terrier relatives, I blended in just perfectly.

I was even able to impress my new best friend Bruno with my climbing skills, joining him on his favourite vantage point in the barn. And he was polite enough not to rub in the fact that, as resident stud dog, he is possessed of certain equipment which I now lack...

I think I am at this point supposed to say something about missing Gail terribly, and being thrilled to see her drive up the farm track yesterday morning to take me home again.

I will admit to looking forward to hearing all about Gail's holiday visiting her friend Marse and family in Tacoma (near Seattle) and in particular about Marse's two dogs, Josh and DB. As I've previously indicated, I have high hopes there will be stories about DB behaving very badly, and so any comparisons working strongly in my favour...

I shall report back on this issue shortly, after Gail has given me a thorough debriefing.
On the way home for a bath...

I hope it's not too late to wish all my lovely friends a Happy New Year! 

Wednesday, 20 December 2023

Delayed gratification at Christmas?


So first I reminded Gail that I have been a (relatively) Good Boy lately  and then I asked her what she was thinking of giving me for Christmas. 

She replied thus. "OK Nobby, since you were so compliant this year about wearing Bouncing Bertie's Nordic Snowflake jumper and posing nicely in the window front of our little tree, I am thinking about knitting you your very own sweater for next Christmas, so you don't have to wear Bertie's hand-me-downs."

I'm pretty confident that my readers, like me, will find her answer at best unsatisfactory, at worst, distinctly Scrooge like.

Christmas is not the season for delayed gratification, am I right? 

Sensing my disgruntlement, Gail continued.

"You know Nobby, I think we in the West all have too much stuff and I'd prefer to give you an experience you will remember and enjoy, and not some toy you will surely shred within five minutes of receiving."

Did you ever hear such a pile of virtue-signalling poppycock? I asked what sort of experience she had in mind anyway. 

"Well Nobby, I know how much you love visiting your relatives. So later today I am taking you for a two week holiday to Craigmancie Farm, and you will get to spend Christmas and New Year rampaging around the house and farmyard with your extended fox terrier family. Won't that be just splendid?"
(photo from Nobby's last stay at Craigmancie Farm) 

It pains me to admit it, but Gail might be right about this being a splendid way of ending the year. What's more, Gail is going to stay with her friend Marse in Tacoma (near Seattle) and I do believe that Marse's dog DB is very badly behaved. So I have high hopes of Gail returning home with renewed appreciation of my winning ways.

Happy Christmas to all our dear friends! This blog is now on a break until at least 5th January.