After feeding the pheasants and squirrels this morning, Whitevanwoman and me and Flash and Dynamite had a walk in the field to take Velvet the Fell Pony her morning carrot. Me and Flash had a lovely game of “Kiss Chase” (Flash was doing the chasing and couldn’t catch me) and we had a good run round before we all got in the white van to head off back to Whitevanwoman’s kennel.
Miss Tibby was pleased to see us as she had been on her own for the past couple of days, and I think she is a little bit indignant that she has been left home alone whilst we went off to look after Flash, Dynamite, Velvet and Midge the cat. But Whitevanwoman knows that Miss Tibby is perfectly capable of finding her own food if she runs out of biscuits – quite often Miss Tibby brings mice home during the night and sits under the wardrobe in Whitevanwoman’s bedroom to eat them, crunching away and making nasty sounds. Ugghh! I really don’t see what is so appealing about eating dead mice – I much prefer a slice or two of mouldy bread or a few eggshells out of the compost bin. Old Lanky used to love eating dead mice, and he used to go round the house in the morning checking for any that SidPuss had left lying around and then he would wolf them up in one quick mouthful before Whitevanwoman could stop him.
After unloading the trailer of all the wood that Whitevanwoman had collected yesterday at Ladthwaite (I helped carry logs into the wood shed but Flash and Dynamite just stood by and watched; they might be Search Dogs but they are not useful like me), we all went off to do some collecting for the Mountain Rescue Team. Dynamite stayed in the white van whilst me and Flash helped collect some money, because Dynamite is getting on a bit now and can be a bit grumpy with people she doesn’t know. Old Lanky was like that when he got old – Whitevanwoman called it “Victor Meldrew Syndrome” and says that it often happens in old dogs and old people too. She says that one day I might be like that but I don’t think I will – I love other dogs and people so much that I can’t see myself getting cross and grumbly with them just because I’m old and they aren’t. Sometimes I wonder if Whitevanwoman has already started getting “Victor Meldrew syndrome” as she can be cross and grumbly with other people sometimes.
Me and Flash had a great time collecting – Flash was wearing her Search Dog coat and so lots of people made a fuss of her but I got lots of fuss too and Whitevanwoman explained that I used to be a trainee Search Dog but we had to stop training because Whitevanwoman was too busy doing lots of other things. We were collecting with my mate Jason from the Rescue Team and he gave me lots of pats and is definitely in touch with his canine side, so although we were standing round doing nothing in the cold and damp for several hours, I didn’t mind too much.
me and my mate Jason with Flash
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