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Back to Dog Walks in the Flowers

As Pepper has now had her two stitches out (and, apparently she was a very brave soldier), I thought she could start going for a walk again, but only short ones and strictly supervised.

So I decided Pepper and Ted should go to Clothie, my 5 acres of long grass and flowers which forms part of the old horses and ponies’ winter grazing.

At times, it was difficult to see the dogs.  They were easily lost in the long grass and flowers.

Nearly impossible at times.

Pepper was loving her new freedom.

The two dogs bounded over the grass together, trying to see over the top and where they were going all at the same time.

Meanwhile, having walked to the top of the hill, I sat on a windowsill of the old crofthouse not watching the world not go by.  There wasn’t a soul to be seen, just the long grass swaying in the wind to the sound of the curlews shouting.

I think the short walk was a success.  The daily bandaging less so, though. She hates that and fidgets horribly.

I still don’t trust her not to go a-visiting – strict supervision, remember!

Now, Ted I mostly trust. He has a good track record and stays around the house.

While Pepper is always looking for the chink in our armour.

The Simmer Dim

This is to show you just how light it is at night this time of year – I took this photo from my bedroom window at 11.30 p.m last night.  It doesn’t get any darker at the moment but the birds do stop and it is magically silent for a few hours in this long Shetland twilight (“Simmer Dim”).

Anywho, today was lovely. The sun shone and all was good. It was a rather strenuous dog-walk, when Pepper successfully and expertly removed some hill sheep from our field (separating them from my flock, getting them through three gates onto the track) like a well-trained collie, listening to my instruction. I was telling her what I wanted, and miracle of miracle, Pepper understood and made it happen. So I decided we all needed to have a sit down in the garden to recover from such exertion.  Ted was no help, of course.  It was not his bag.

Feeling better and after lunch, we moved ourselves to my shed and I made a felted sheep.

Everyone was there recovering from Pepper’s efforts.

And then OH came home from work and everyone wanted to leave.

(I do love this photo very much).

Fog, No Fog, Then Fog

We woke up to Shetland covered in thick fog.  I know no flights got in or out this morning.

But, still, the horses, ponies, sheep, etc managed to find me.

There is no escape.

I’m sorry, but I don’t have much to say mostly because absolutely nothing has happened all day.

And, at the risk of boring everyone including myself, here are a few photos of my nothing day…..

The baby bunny I saw from the door of my shed – Pepper was on a dogwalk with OH so this little sweetheart made the most of the absence.

It was very cute, like one of those Chinese toy adverts that nothing like the real thing that arrives in the post.

These three Muscovy Ducks have taken to sitting on the outside table.  They meet me at the front door and waddle behind in the hope I will lead them to food.  I think they are Mum (on far right), son (middle) and daughter (left). They were the ducklings from last year.

So that’s me really. Not very enthusiastic at the moment.  Fog does that to me – mentally. It just sits and I lose all inspiration and thought.  But the wind is coming back in force tomorrow so that should liven things up.

Ted is on good form, though.

Good Neighbours

Apparently this photo was taken by my neighbour at 06:30.  I have no words (but it is sort of my fault because I forgot to clip the lead on last night).

Pepper jumped in the car and was brought home and no one, absolutely no one, is talking to her.  Wee turd.  I am so ashamed.

Feeling very kind and generous, I did however take Pepper for a walk in the morning (not that she needed or deserved one) before I drove the car into town to have something essential done (I forget what) at the garage tomorrow.

  

Earlier, OH had taken Ted in for his quarterly hair cut – which was very due and needed. He picked me up from the garage and drove Ted and I home.  We all think Ted looks great now and much better for his haircut.

Ted does still look very like Dobby.  Ignore the ginger thing on the left of the photo. She means nothing to us.

Apparently she is sorry, not sorry and has been embarrassed all day avoiding eye contact and any interaction.  It was only while I am writing this that she started playing and pretending nothing was wrong.

Not sorry at all.  Wee turd.

Bed-Wars

I popped over to see a friend this morning. She had asked me if I wanted a bed she had recently bought for her dog (a Border collie), which had proven to be a bit small.  I said, yes, please.  After all, there will always be someone in our house who can use it.

We placed the bed amongst the others and Ted liked the look and promptly plonked himself in.

Yes, this definitely had a potential lovely-dog-bedness feeling about it.

And Ted happily settled knowing this was now Ted’s bed.

Definitely Ted’s perfect bed for Ted and no one else because it belongs to Ted now.  Them’s his rules.

But is it, though?

The bed could now be Monster’s perfect bed.

Monster promptly made himself comfortable and, feeling a little too relaxed and happy, decided to make it his own.

He had a wash.

So, it’s Monster’s bed now because Monster has decided that is the way it will be (and now Ted hasn’t got his bed and I feel awful…. For a short while, Ted was so happy.)