Introducing Teddy

Saturday 10th June 2017

After losing Jez and Max in such a short space of time Chris and I found ourselves with a huge hole in our lives. Our whole routine changed, and although we did still go out for walks from time to time, it just wasn’t the same. So we started to search for another companion. Last weekend we found Teddy at a local rescue.

Teddy

He is a young lurcher of some description (I believe they are also known as Longdogs in the US), approximately a year to 18 months old. The centre had called him Yeti. They didn’t know his name as he was picked up as a stray by a local dog warden. He had been microchipped but his details hadn’t been updated. He is very gentle and was very calm and we said we’d have him. We went back a few times over the course of the week, during which he was neutered. This was taken on one of our visits.

Teddy licks his lips

And today he officially became ours and we bought him home.

Teddy's home

He’s a very pretty boy, as you can see.

Teddy

And very good on the lead. Once he’d had a while to settle in I took him round Creekmoor Ponds for a little walk.

Teddy's first walk with me

But with all of the things that had happened to him during the day he was soon worn out.

I think Teddy's settling in ok

And it wasn’t long before he made himself at home and discovered the joys of a sofa.

I just about managed to squeeze onto the sofa

There was just about room for me.

After which it was time for another snooze.

Teddy has worked out where he wants to sleep

Max and I go to Upton Heath

Monday 7th November 2016

This being Monday I went over to Upton Heath as usual for our walk this morning. I only had Max with me though as Jez stayed at home asleep in the sun. She does like to catch her rays when she can in the winter.

You can see it was a nice day. Here’s Max and I at the pond.

Me and Max at the pond

And here’s one of Max on his own.

Max in the pond

It was one of those days when Max was going from one pool of water to the next. Here he is in the little pool by the boardwalk.

Max in the pool by the boardwalk

We walked around the lower heath and then came to the Roman Road. The sun looked lovely through the trees in Longmeadow Lane woods.

Longmeadow Lane Woods

Longmeadow Lane Woods

This one was taken where the stream crosses the Roman Road.

The stream across the Roman Road

And lastly for today, Max in the leaves in Longmeadow Lane woods.

Max in the fallen leaves

It had been a lovely walk and did not feel quite a chilly as I was expecting.

A year ago today

Jez, Max and I were also walking on Upton Heath, although it was not quite such a nice day.

The heath in the late afternoon

Well that was a mistake!

Friday 17th June 2016

At the moment Friday’s are Jez’s hydrotherapy day, which means that I get up early and do my grocery shopping before taking her to the vet in Bournemouth. It’s well worth it though as she is definitely improving. This morning she had a long session and was very tired afterwards.

It was raining when we left the vet, but then it eased off. In the afternoon Chris was watching the football so I volunteered to take Max out. What a mistake! We walked over to Upton Heath and half way round the rain started.

Today we had a WetWalk

After a while it eased off, so I thought ‘Well that wasn’t too bad’. As we reached the Roman Road it started to rain heavily though, and the rain was joined by thunder and lightening. So to shelter from the storm there I was, stood under the sweet chestnut trees next to the stream! We must have been there for about 20 minutes. I was throwing Max’s cone so he was happy, and I was relatively dry.

Eventually I decided it had eased enough for us to walk home. Wrong! Half way home the heavens opened and we had a torrential downpour. Within a minute I was soaked to the skin. By the time we go home the footpaths had turned into steams and I was paddling inside my walking boots.

Summer? What Summer?

Even Max looked like a drowned rat.

Max was a bit wet

Remind me not to do Chris’ walk for him again.

A year ago today

Max and I went to the River Stour at Eye Bridge.

Eye Bridge (with Max at the far end)

Weekend Guests

Sunday 14th February 2016

My cousin, Linda, and her husband, Paul, came to stay this week-end. They arrived late lunchtime on Friday and after lunch we went down to Poole Quay for a wander. I don’t have any photos though as it was getting a bit dark on an already gloomy day. On Saturday Linda & I went shopping, so again, no photos from me. Sunday morning, however, dawned clear and bright and so we went over to the Sika Trail in Wareham Forest.

Here’s Max checking that Linda and Chris are keeping up.

Max checks that Linda & Chris are keeping up

And here’s Chris, Linda and Paul posing for a photo.

Chris, Linda, Paul and Max

Linda took this one of Chris, Paul and I. She told us that Paul likes to have people’s feet in the shot, so Chris and I were making sure our feet could be seen.

Making sure our feet are in the shot

Of course, as usual, Max was in every pool of water there was.

Max waits for someone to throw something

Jez was just happy to trot along with Paul and Linda, though.

Linda, Paul & Jez

And here’s Jez standing by the Dragonfly Pool.

Jez by the Dragonfly Pool

We called at the Gruffalo Pool then took Linda and Paul up to the viewpoint.

From the viewpoint

Where Linda insisted on checking the direction of the wind.

Testing the wind direction

They went home after lunch, but it had been lovely having them for the wee-end.

A year ago today

Jez, Max and I went for a walk on Upton Heath. This photo of Max was taken along the Roman Road.

Max in the stream

Time for the Big Garden Birdwatch

Sunday 31st January 2016

Every year at this time I take part on the RSPB’s Big Garden Birdwatch, and spend an hour of my time on a Sunday morning watching and recording the birds that land in the garden. Here I am sat at the table…

Time for the Big Garden Birdwatch

That is a self-portrait, by the way, as I continue to experiment with flash. The Birdwatch was a bit of a wash out though. Although I did see quite a few birds there was nowhere near the usual number and variety, which I’m guessing is down to the weather. In the afternoon I took Jez and Max to Upton Country Park. Here’s Jez on one of the stepping stones in the stream.

Jez on the stepping stones

And one of the young calves took an interest in us.

A young calf watches us

A few yards further on there were a couple of the calves near the fence, so Max insisted on barking at them. But instead of frightening them it just made them inquisitive and several more wandered over. A young girl came along with her family and went up to the fence to see them: which was ok until one of them tried to lick her.

The little girl isn't too sure that she wants a kiss

She wasn’t very keen on that! Max looking on in that photo makes me laugh.

When we got on round to the gardens, though, Max suddenly started limping badly and couldn’t put any weight on his front left leg. I checked his paw and couldn’t find anything wrong with it. By the time we got home he was worse, though, so I’m guessing it’s an arthritis flare up in his elbow again. Fortunately he has a check up at the vet first thing so I can get him checked over.

A year ago today

We had a walk in the sunshine on Upton Heath.

Max waits by the pond

Christmas Day 2015

Friday 25th December 2015

I had originally planned for Dad to come to lunch today, but he decided he wanted a nice quiet day at home, so this year it was just me, Chris and the dogs for Christmas.

We had a nice relaxing morning, which started with coffee and shortbread biscuits in bed. Max desparately wanted a bit of biscuit. Here he looks imploringly at Chris, but notice he does not attempt to help himself from the box. He’s a really good boy and knows he’s not allowed.

Go on Dad, give me a biscuit

After Chris had eaten his biscuits Max turned those pleading eyes on me.

Oh please Mum!

You can’t really resist, but he only gets a little bit of biscuit broken off of ours.

Then it was time to get up and put my Christmas socks on.

The Christmas socks are on

They’re getting a bit old now. We opened presents and enjoyed a cooked breakfast. Then both Chris and I sat down at our respective PCs: him to work (!) and me to edit photos. Max commenced the all important job of destroying his Christmas presents.

Wee poor elephant did't last long

After lunch we all went to Delph Woods together for a walk.

A Christmas day walk in Delph Woods

As you can see, it was a bit wet and muddy.

Mud!

Here’s Chris with the dogs by the pond.

Chris and the dogs by the lake

And, as is becoming traditional, one of the trees by the Scout field has been decorated for Christmas.

Christmas bauble

Back near the car park we met our fried Jasper, the lurcher, with his owners and their son. And then we headed home where, after watching Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom we settled down to a lovely dinner of slow roast pork. Oh, and not forgetting watching Dr Who, of course.

A year ago today

Sitting down to Christmas dinner last year.

Time for the Christmas Pudding

An early Christmas Lunch

Sunday 20th December 2015

We had Christmas dinner early this year. Well, the traditional turkey dinner, that is. The reason is that I asked Dad and his ex-partner Pat over the Christmas lunch today. Pat loves a Christmas dinner with all the trimmings, but she lives with her son now and he doesn’t like Christmas dinner or Christmas pudding, so I cook it for her.

I managed to get on well and by mid-morning the table was set.

The table is laid ready for an early Christmas dinner

I thought it would be nice to have some family photos this Christmas so set the camera up on the tripod.

A toast.

Cheers!

My favourite photo of Dad and Pat.

Dad and Pat

Me and Chris with Dad and Pat.

Chris, me, Dad and Pat

Max wants a kiss.

Max wants a kiss

Dad gets a wash.

Dad get's a wash

Dinner was good too, although I say it myself. And both Dad and Pat really enjoyed it and ate large helpings. which was good. All in all we had a lovely day.

A year ago today

We went for a walk on Upton Heath. Here’s Jez.

Jez