Monthly Archives: September 2023

I’ll Just Leave This Here

I’ll just leave this here……

Enjoy.

and then there’s this.

Happy 2nd Gotcha Day to Pepper

This time, two years ago, Daisy and I brought Pepper and her sister home on the boat.  Pepper’s sister was quickly dispatched to her new owner and the two puppies went their separate ways.

This photo is Pepper’s first – when we met her in Aberdeen.  Notice the iron-hand grip.  Already Pepper had ideas.

And she still has her teddy, though it might be slightly altered with love and Ted’s obsession to destroy all squeakers.

Pepper was ever the lady.

And possibly still is.

And then there is the obsession for the ducks which, now I see, started at a very young age.

Until Ted appeared, Monster was in charge of Pepper. He taught her all he knows.

So happy gotcha day to my little shadow.  Always there, always by my feet, especially if I turn the fire on.  Pepper has changed my life, for the better.

The last of Summer

A beautiful day today (2 loads of washing and making the most of it).  On the dog walk I saw a Northern White-Tailed Bumblebee lazily working on the last of a Devil’s Bit Scabious flower.

With my camera, I was hanging right over it and totally ignored, which is unusual.

Our garden surrounding the front of the house, is slowly giving up too.

And I am getting the potatoes in as they die back.   It is work-in-progress but definitely on my to-do list.

Still, we have sunshine today and we are all making the most of it.

In other news, all the duckies – all 13 of them – have finally got together.

Pepper has declared herself Queen of Ducks.

She is determined to talk to them all.

Whether they are happy to respond is a different matter.

I haven’t ever known a dog quite so interested in making friends with everyone around the croft.  It is not a Patterdale thing. I know that, but then Pepper is not your usual dog.  She is a little treasure of determination.

 

Just Stuff Really

On my daily dog walk, we were just coming to the end when ….

….. I looked up to see Monster had joined us, unbeknownst to me. Had I known he was on his way, I would’ve waited.

Pepper was pleased to see her mentor. Remember, Monster “looked after” her when she was a tiny puppy and I use that term in its loosest sense.  Think more like, beat her up and model her to his own image, if he could. That would be more accurate.

We finished the rest of the walk, with a up tempo vocal accompaniment.

And this time I waited for Monster to catch up.

All that walking is hard work.

I’ve been working as much as I can in my sh-shed making as many sheeple as possible for the next Wool Week which starts soon.

This photo was taken this afternoon when I found a bag of celery which I had lost (put somewhere weird). I was walking towards the ponies with it and I started laughing when I saw them all like this.

I climbed over the gate and handed out the celery in sticks – they bite off a chunk and then I offer it to the next pony.

It was fair shares for all, including Vitamin who waited patiently by her gate.  Fivla had a bucket of hay replacer to get through.

Apparently an engineer from BT will come tomorrow morning and hopefully put things right, which would be good as I am rapidly running out of mobile data.

 

Locker C18 Grand Central Terminal

On my way to collecting up Haakon, Iacs and Kolka’s empty buckets, I turned around to see this.

I honestly think Pepper wants to be a duck.

You do, Pepper, you know it!

Although Mum-Duck is not Pepper’s greatest fan, she does tolerate her.

These three ducklings love me.

I feel like Agent K when he opens Locker C18 in MIB II.

I am a realist. I think they worship the food probably more than me, though.

But it is nice to be adored, even by three hungry ducklings.

I can sometimes boop their beaks!  They always look a bit surprised.

Meanwhile, in other duck news (which constitutes my social life these days), Penthesilea’s Mum (the one with the green eggs) has taken up with Black Ducky’s son!  The one that lived next door to her.

It’s all a bit Game of Thrones.

And Penthesilea (again more green eggs, now removed and buried where no one will find or roll in them, dear God, please no) has her eye on the other new big boy, though his sisters are not very keen on Penty.  So shades of Jane Austen.

I possibly need to get out more.