Sparky says…

Sparky says:
“Today we went to The Woods for my morning walk.
Nothing special happened except when Clever Sparky had to find The Ball under a really tricky holly bush. Good Boy Sparky Who’s a Clever Dog?

In the after-second-food We went on the “around-the-block-and-to-the-shop-and-wait-good-boy-Sparky” walk. But today We did not go to the shop. It was hot.

What a boring day. We did play Ball when He put the what-They-wear on the string across my play place to get them dry.”

Sparky says…

Sparky says:
“Today we did our usual quick walk with some Ball play, and I did a poo to please Him, so He was happy.
Then I went to play with some other dogs at “Number 10” while He took My Car away.
Later He came back with another Car, and I did not know who it was until He knocked the door of No.10. I knew it was someone at the door so I shouted to say “A Burglar is coming”, like I always do at home. Then I found it was Him and I was happy and We went Home and played Ball for ever so long in My Garden.
Later we went for our usual walk, play Ball, have a Poo near the collect-a poo-bin (Good Dog Sparky), hook up outside the Shop, go Home thing. It was a normal boring day, except for the “play with other doggies” bit.

Walks with my dog, the future.

Just to advise any followers of this thread that following veterinary advice long walks are suspended.
I will try to find similar short walks, but they will be described from Sparky’s viewpoint and will be tagged as “Sparky Says”

Sparky has already started giving his views on our life over the last few days. If I could understand how to use the new WordPress editor I would link the posts, but so far the method has eluded me.

I will ask Sparky for help. Sparky’s a clever dog. Meanwhile you will have to search my recent posts.

A modern 17th Century weekend – a dog’s eye view.

Sparky says:

“We’re home again now.  We went to a reenackment (I think).  A reenackment is where humans take carry-vans and other tiny houses and they all play together in a big field.  It is exciting and scary and fun and boring.

He took my carry-van right to the end of the field and talked to the nice make-food ladies.  Then He played with the carry-van and built a little house on the side of it.  He put Sparky’s den in the little house and covered it with silver stuff.  Rich Sparky!  

More Humans came with their carry-vans, their dogs and their small Humans (I call them people-puppies).  Then She (my other best Human) came too and we played Ball.  There were lots of wopses and most of the Humans and some doggies got badly hurted.  I wasn’t afraid because He is the Wopsfinder-General who kills wopses dead.  But He got bitten by other nasty flying things instead and His legs went all spotty and fat.

Later, after the dark was switched on, some ‘Orses came on a lorry, but they had to get off the lorry and stand in a field of grass all night.  Poor ‘Orses!

Next day all the Humans turned themselves into Soldiers.  There are Good Soldiers and Bad Soldiers.  The Good Soldiers ride  the ‘Orses.  Other Good Soldiers carry big sticks, but too big for even Sparky to fetch.  Bad Soldiers have things like big doggy dinner cans that they hit with sticks, going bong, bong-a-bong bong, bong-a-bong bong – all day!

Sparky doesn’t like the bong-a-bongs, so he goes to his den or into the carry-van. Other Soldiers have sticks that go kerrrump!, then pop, pop, pop-pop.  He laughs and says “Call that a vollee?”  Sparky doesn’t laugh.  But the Worst Soldiers have big toys on wheels that go fizzzzz-BOOOM!!!. Sparky needs to hide under the table for those.

For the first “battle” (even if it was a walkies away), Sparky hid in the Carry-Van.  First I hid in the shower, but it was wet.  So I hid in my bed, but then that was wet too.  Then They came back so it was all right again.  I had treats.

I found a new place to hide.  It’s called “Damndogs-under-the-car”.  It is safe.  It is so safe that I shouted at Him to tell Him so when he tried to get me out.  He said I could get burnted (Ouch-Sparky-Hot) if I did that sort of thing and if nobody knew.  In the end I hid in my den until the noisybangs stopped.

Then everyone else went home and He went to bed in the carry-van.  I looked after Him and in the morning we tidied all the toys and the little house away and took the carry-van home again.  Then He had to take all His toys out again and put them in the where-we-live.”

http://www.marlborough-tc.gov.uk/whats-on/eventdetail/1785/-/marlborough-under-attack-civil-war-re-enactment

Walks with my dog – week 3

Following the vet’s advice I am keeping Sparky’s country walks to a minimum.

Monday

I had to mail a parcel at the “local” “Post Office”. Our local Post Office has been closed because it was no longer profitable, so the nearest “local” facility is now around 20-25 minutes’ walk away. It is a convenience (i.e. 10% more expensive) store with limited postal facilities. On our return we tried a previously undiscovered path, avoiding the dangerous footpath referred to in an earlier post.

Tuesday

We took an early walk before the temperature got too excessive using the random card method. In the evening, around 8pm, when it began to cool down, we went to play ball locally and then home via the local shop.

Wednesday

With expected temperatures around 30°c today, we took a short walk before 8:am to play ball amongst the trees and return home through a local wooded footpath.

(Short) walks with my dog

No big doggy walk today folks. This morning was taken up with driving about trying to sort out a new key for the Memsahib’s car and taking refuse from the stable to the local council dump.

This afternoon we took Sparky back to the vet for a follow up on last week’s visit. His teeth extractions are healing OK. Looking at his leg X-rays it seems that he has calcified tendon growth around his rear left stifle joint. The vet recommended that he does not do too much jumping (so that’s the Nerf ball gun ruled out) and walks should be restricted to about half an hour at a time.

Well, that puts paid to my recent long walk programme as previously documented here. I will review the options and see what we can come up with.

It is a slight relief to me that Sparky should refrain from over-exertion in chasing and jumping for a ball, because every time I kick the thing I get a reciprocal kick from my 16 year old metal replacement hip joint that had an expected life of 10 years.