Posts filed under ‘Observations’
Trip to the Sea.
Digging at the Beach.
Collecting Shells.
We are blessed here in North Devon to be located very near to several of the countries best beaches, and we figured that at 14 weeks old, it was about time that Phoenix was introduced to the joys of the sea and sand. With this in mind we headed to Saunton Sands on an unseasonably warm and sunny Winter’s afternoon (alongside half the working population of North Devon who had also bunked off work at the first hint of sunshine).
Striding on with Fred and Ad on an "overcrowded" beach.
Phoenix met lots of dogs (including a 12 week old Weimaraner boy, the world’s largest Labradoodle and an even larger and exceedingly bouncy, playful Bernese Mountain Dog) alongside many human admirers.
Into the Sea.
She enjoyed digging in the sand and hunting for shells, although she was a little more dubious about the icy cold Atlantic Ocean. Tim, Freddie and Phoenix all suffered chilly toe syndrome which took some time to recover from. Chips helped to chivvy along the cure…
Water Baby.
Fishing Lesson.
It’s come to our attention that Phoenix (and doubtless other Hungarian Wirehaired Vizslas too) is at least part dolphin. Be it the river, the pond or the stream, Phoenix is rarely happier than when swimming, wading, paddling in or barking at various forms of water around the garden.
Puppysitting for Dummies.
Tim went to collect Fred, leaving Adam alone with Phoenix all day. Adam went into a panic, unsure what he was supposed to do if the dog vomitted, howled or freaked out. He knew that unlike with babies you can’t slip the pup some brandy (damn those animal welfare laws) or chocolate (because this would lead to death). So in the great British tradition, a leaflet was prepared and all was well in the land of mutt:
Instructions for Adam 1.
Instructions for Adam 2.
Trading up homes.
Trying Out the New Crate.
New crate arrived today, bigger, more cushion-ier and with a better view of the pack outside. Phoenix hopped in immediately and the net result was a better night’s sleep for all concerned.
What Could Have Been…
Y’know we could easily have made this blog a document consisting of every meal, trip to the toilet and snooze that Phoenix has had since day 1. That’s because it’s all been documented on daily report sheets. Then in years to come if anyone was wondering what time Phoenix went for her morning walk on say, today, they could simply access our database and get all the info they ever wanted. Luckily for everyone we are not that sad. Nearly, but not quite:
There's more where this came from!
Much more.
Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow.
Rewarded for Sitting for Tim.
Sticking her tongue out at The Man.
Walking in A Winter Wonderland…
Kent Brockman: “Roads closed, pipes frozen, albinos …virtually invisible. The National Weather Service has upgraded Springfield’s North Devon’s blizzard from “Winter Wonderland” to a “Class 3 Kill-Storm”!
- Marge: I don’t like the sound of that “class 3”.
After yesterdays smattering of snow, we awoke (like the rest of the country) to find a good six inches or so covering everything in sight. Very Christmas picture-postcardy.
Into the Garden under Snow.
People all over the county spent the night trapped in their cars or without electricity, it even made the national news. We lost electricity for about 4 hours and wondered how long it would be before we were foraging like wild animals for soya cappuccino and novelty USB Memory Sticks.
To celebrate Phoenix’s three month birthday and
We *heart* National Emergencies.
Adam’s 43rd, it was decided that snow+cake+dog+national state of emergency= PARTY TIME!
Phoenix was quite delighted with the transformation of the garden landscape as she variously tried romping, eating, digging, chasing and rolling in the snow. We had a** lot** of fun; the pictures tell the story much better than we can…. Sorry about the messy layout but WordPress seems to be a bit temperamental with multiple picture posts.
With Tim in the Snow.
Did we mention the cake?
Running in the Snow.
Snuffling Snow.
We were really making Snow Angels.
Chasing Adam.
Catching Adam.
Bringing Adam down like a wounded Gnu.
Belatarr Hungarian Wirehaired Vizsla. 