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Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Space Invaders!


Ooh! That was a confuddling workywalkies! Much more confuddling for Mum than for me, but I have to admit that I was a tad unsure.

Mum woke up all blurry today. Her first really bad-eyes- day for some time. She didn't even bother putting on her eye windows because, she says, they made no difference. This always means I get to step up and really strut my stuff looking after her. So, that was what I did! We set off along the towpath and into town. I should confess that I did maybe go just a smidgen sulkified cos I thought it was going to be a boring trip to the same places as yesterday. It was a trip to some of the same places, but it certainly wasn't the same old plod! The town had changed. It had been invaded by huge lorries and rumbly trucks and bright coloured twirly things and all sorts of strange machines. Nothing seemed the same at all. All landmarks had changed. All reference points were hidden!
Mum wanted to find the little shop again where we went yesterday (I didn't tell you about that one coz it wasn't worth sniffing!) It had lots and lots and lots of all colours of those strange wound-up blobs of that long whisker that Mum seems to enjoy twisting and twiddling about with a shiny hookstick. That shop was really hard to find with all the invaders. We ended up walking around other parts of the town that we didn't visit yesterday. In the end, Mum said 'Nope! Not this way Oaks. About turn'. We did. Then we went another wrong way....then another.....eventually we found it! Yayy! I got fusses in there from the nice ladyhumanworkyperson. Mum got her blob of long whisker and we set off again. This time, it was a 'Find Specsavers' command. Once again, it was harder to find through all the invaders, but I did found it! More fusses from nice workyhumans!
When we came out of there, we turned along the street. We met Daddy. It seems this was a good job we did find him. We turned straight around and went back the other way!

Then we found humanfriends Peter and Fran, and went to a human yummyery. Under the table I waited patiently for a dropped morsel. NOTHING! Not an atom fell my way! Harrrrumph! I guess that this Tie food must be too good to drop! I may never know......

After enduring that looooooong torture (actually I snoozed quite happily but don't tell Mum that - she needs to know that I am starved!), we set off again through the bewildering invading beasties but then we found a park! Yayyyyy! Daddy was able to look after Mum so I got a freerun! Oooooooh! That was good!

Monday, 16 October 2017

Chopped Short!


Home moved while we were out!

I took Mum workywalkies into town and had a shorter walk back. Dad had moved our floatyboatyhome! We are now our from under trees and in the open. Apparently this has something to do with all the huffyfuffy air that is making the trees wag lots. It is better for Mum too as it is lighter and brighter here.

The workywalkies was a great challenge;
'Under the bridge'
'Find upsteps'
'Over the bridge'
'Downsteps'
'Find right'
'Find the way in'

All done - no problem. Then began the mooching. This way in led to a big indoor shoppyplace......

'Straight on.....no....hang on a minute.....find the door left. Good boy' Sloooooooow plod around while she does that browsing thing.
'Find the door' Yayyyy! but not for long.....
'Find the door right'......and on and on it went.....
Finally, it was 'Find the door outside' .....Aaaahhhh! A tree! Then a bit of a walkies around some streets......then....'Find Specsavers'. Well, I can sniff out one of those, no problem! I did. We went in. Yackety-yackety-yack-yack-yack. Then MORE browsing! Really? They ONLY have eyewindows to search for! Just how much browsing is there to possibly be got ?

Then a snooze on the carpet under the little deskything, while a nice manhuman did some clicketyfingersing stuff and, of course, more yacketying. At least I got some fusses and admirations and Mum's mouth was up at the corners by the time we left.

Then it was 'Find the way home'. That meant going back through the indoor shoppyplace but it was just a straight through - no stopping mission this time. Phew! So, retrace pawprints upsteps, over bridge, downsteps and along the towpath again. That's when I discovered my workywalkies was chopped short! Home was closer! Oh well....that meant that my bone time was sooner too!

Sunday, 15 October 2017

Bone for Pudding!


Cor! That bone is hard work! It is yummy though and I am determined to get through it. Shame I didn't take it with me today. I could have spent most of the day doing it some serious damage. Mum says that wouldn't have been appropriate though. She says that bone crumbs on someone else's carpet would not be welcome. Huffff! So, I simply had to snooze my way through all the yacketying and human noshing. This was at our humanfriends Peter and Fran's home, along with new humanfriends John and Gill, and Leon, (Peter and Fran's grown up humanpuppy). We found them first at church, where I had another carpet to snooze on. It was nice there. There were only 10 humans there and they all sat on chairs in a ring around the room. That meant I got to snooze right in the middle of them all!

I did enjoy the workywalkies back from the church service to Peter and Fran's home. It was partly on never-been-before streets and partly through a woody area. THAT bit was wonderful! The path was far too narrow and lumpy-bumpy and wiggly for Mum to manage to follow my guiding, so I got to enjoy a little freerun while Dad helped Mum. I think it was Dad's talkybone that was telling him to go go that way. Well! I think I need to find a way to have a chat with that talkybone and persuade it to find that kind of route more often!

The workywalkies back home to our floatyboatyhome was a lot easier, although it was on harness all the way. It was simply a leisurely wander along the towpath. A nice gentle end to my working day, then home for dinner! Now - bone for pudding I think will do nicely!

Friday, 13 October 2017

Honkypig!


Roxy the Staffie was my playmate of today. A great finale to a day of cruising, lock working, towpath workywalkiesing and freerunning. Hmmm....I think that all adds up to a rather good day!

Roxy was at the last lock we did and I got quite a good time of playing chase with her because there was a big queue of floatyboats going up and down the lock. Mum helped with all the windy-uppy-windy-downy-pushy-pully stuff and that gave me chance to entertain my little doggybuddy. She was great fun; little but fast and a good match for romping around. Once our floatyboatyhome reached the top of the lock, I nipped aboard to fetch a toy to share with Roxy - only to come back out to find her gone! Humph! I just had to play with honkypig on my own! Well....Ok....with Mum but she doesn't really know how to play dog properly!


Photo shows me holding a pink fluffy pig in my mouth. I am looking kind of cheekily slightly sideways at the camera. The grassy lock side is in the background.

Thursday, 12 October 2017

Tall Fuzzy Lurcher!


Guiding Mummy around in a new area is always a good challenge. Today it was even more of a challenge because we went workywalkies all around the village and there are no pavements! I find this very difficult because I am hardwired to keep Mum on a pavement. It was a good walkies though - not least because, when we reached a busy road with no pavements, Mum decided that was not a good route to take, so we did an about-turn and she stopped and asked a manhuman for directions. He directed us to a park! Yippppeeeee! That meant I got a little impromptu freerun! It was only a little one - just across this little park, which took us back to the towpath. We then had a nice wander along there to get back to floatyboatyhome.

A nice surprise awaited us on our return; a visitor! A manhuman that was sitting on the bowdeck yacketying with Dad. Well....that meant he was at my level! That meant he simply had to have an ear-wash! It seems though, that this is an inappropriate greeting for a stranger. Mum 'removed' me from reach! Spoilsport!

He didn't stay for long, but another visitor arrived soon afterwards. He disappeared down the big hole in the back deck though! It seems there is some big toy down there that manhumans like to play with. This visitor was joining Dad in playing with it. It is a very noisy toy! It makes a constant growling noise when we are cruising along. At least then, though, it is a bit quieter with its lid on!

After that, we set off for a cruise. Well....Dad cruised. Mum and I workywalkiesded along the towpath again. We reached the liftybridge and then waited....and waited....and waited...for Dad. He took forever to catch up with us! While we were waiting, Mum used her pawpointer to press buttons to lift the bridge three times, and then put it back down again, for OTHER floatyboats to go through. I just squeaked my protest at aaaaallll the waiting!

Finally, Dad arrived, but then he had to wait for us! A pooch pal had come along with his ladyhuman. He was a very tall fuzzy lurcher and he wasn't interested in playing but it was nice to meet n greet.

The rest of the afternoon was a pleasant cruise with a good few locks to work along the way. Some of the locks were very deep. I had to peer over the edge to make sure Daddy was OK all the way down in the depths! I got a bit more of Mummy's yummy 'recall practice' in while we waited for the water to get bigger and bring Dad and floatyboatyhome up to the top.

Tonight's garden is rather nice! No roads, no trains, no houses anywhere to be seen! Just grass. Lots of grass - all around!

3 photos:
 
Just my face - peering down into the lock, checking on Daddy.

Me surveying tonight's garden from the back deck as we moored up.

A view of tonight's garden - lots of grass, a golden tree and big expanse of evening sky - oh! and a black bum wandering off into the distance!

Noisy, Roary Trains!


Towath workywalkies - slippy slidy muddy jaggedy rocky towpath so Mum struggled with it. I took care of her though. We made it!

Lots of locks. That included lots of what Mum calls 'Recall practice'. I call it yummy good fun! It means I get to wander off, sniff about, exchange lots of weemails, and generally just do what a dog likes to do. Mum, from time to time, does a peep-peep-peep on the whistle and I come galloping back to her, my bum bounces as it hits the ground and I get a yummy! Today's yummies were well worth racing back for - little bits of delectable Pepperami! MmmmmMMMMMMmmmmmm......

Tonight, we are moored in a place Dad says is called Lower Heyford. Just the other side of the towpath is a track with lots and lots very noisy roary trains whizzing past! We are all cozy inside our floatyboatyhome but these roaring beasties make things rattle as they go by. I'm getting used to it now but it was a bit scary the first few times!

Monday, 9 October 2017

Good Fuss Times!

Mummy's face was a bit like a bulldog's! I don't understand why she went all screwed up like that. It was her choice to do a peculiar thing with her pawcovers.

It all started with a lovely game of ball-launcher fetch in that little park beside our mooring. That was great! Then we had a cruise to the squirtysnake place. So far, so good. It seemed that our floatyboatyhome needed a drink, and the bins there needed to be fed with a couple of bags from our deck. There was also a sort of big bowl thing with a hole in the bottom and a squirtysnake beside it. It seemed that needed to be fed with the contents of the grey box things that go underneath the human spending bowl. All this was fine. I just enjoyed a pleasant liedown on the grass while all this odd stuff went on.

Then I got the chance to go for a little wander. (Mum said I was a tinker of an opportunist - I have no idea what she meant by that!). I followed my nose. There was a very interesting smell coming from among the trees. Mum blew my recall whistle but, on balance I decided that the smell was more enticing than the little treats Mum gives me when I run back to her. My nose led me to discover a sort of human bed and all sorts of interesting yummies. Mum says it was a homeless person's home.....errr....what??? Anyway. It seems Mum was less than impressed with my discovery and she squelched in after me and hoiked me out with a 'Get back to the boat....Grrrr'. I did as bid.....well....I may have just tried to scoot back for another little investigation of my discovery.....I didn't get away with it though! Harrumph!

Very soon after this, Mum removed her paw covers and that is when her face went all squiffy. This squiffiness got worse when she started to use water, froth and a little whiskerstick thing to groom the bottoms of her pawcovers. This peculiar behaviour then extended to squirting the floor with smellystuff and then stroking it all over with a wet cloth. She then turned her strangeness of attention to MY paws! She almost attacked me with a wet cloth but, after sniffing first (Oi! Sniffing is MY job!) she obviously decided that I could be spared that indignity. Phew!

The rest of the day has been generally fairly sedate - cruising and working locks and meeting and greeting doggypals along the way. I think Mummy still loves me. We had some good fuss times while waiting for the water to do its filling up thing in the locks.

Photo shows me with my front paws up on a lock beam.. Mum is sitting on the beam and we are enjoying some fuss time.

Sunday, 8 October 2017

Mum's Been Mean Again. Twice!


These paws are made for walking! And that's just what they've done! They've walked a million miles today! Welll.....OK....maybe a thousand.......welllll.....a blimmin long way anyway! No complaints though! I love it!

Workywalkies to a church - with a very nice carpet to snooze on under the chairs! Lots of minihumans too, so a few crumbs to hoover and lots and lots of fusses and ear-rubs! I'm getting to like minihumans! Then workywalkies back - well - eventually......Where we should have turned right, and I tried to steer Mum right, she said 'find left'. Well, OK then! Left is good. Left goes to Pets at Home......

Huff! We went straight past Pets at Home - AGAIN! Instead we went to a carrot shop. Lots of shops are carrot shops it seems. This one was called Al Dees apparently. I didn't half have to work hard in there keeping Mum from duffing people up with her trolley. It was mega-crowded! I had to weave her left and right and stop her many many times. It seems that, with her little tiny window of lookability, she can look at a little bit of where she is going OR she can look at what she is trying to find on the shelves - but not both! That's where I have to step in and strut my stuff. I steer Mum and the trolley while she searches for all that stuff. I thought I might deserve the big lump of meat that was right at nose level - but just a moment too soon, Mum barked 'Get your shnozzle off that!' Harrrumph!

Eventually, we got back to floatyboatyhome, then floatyboatyhome moved! We have cruised! It was nice to lie on the back deck watching the murky water glide by. I did have to help Mum work a lock too - twice! It was odd! I guided Mum to 'find the beam'. She did her windy-uppy thing with the big shiny bent stick. Then she did her pushy-pully thing to open the gate and let Dad in with the boat. Then, pushy-pully again to close the gate then windy-downy with the bent stick. Down to the other end of the lock and a repeat performance to let the water out and then to let Dad out. That's when the oddness happened; Dad twirled the boat around and brought it straight back into the lock again! So then Mum had to do the whole process all over again but in reverse! After that, Mum and I got aboard with Dad and enjoyed a short cruise. We are moored once again right next to that little park where we were a few days ago. Mum was mean though; she wouldn't let me go play football with the minihumans there! She said I would pop their ball. Well....that's what you're supposed to do with it .... isn't it?

I had my dinner and then got to take Daddy for a leisure walkies this evening.

Now....shove up a bit Mum! I think I deserve more of the sofa tonight!

2 photos:
 
My front paws - all worn ou.

Me lying on the back deck watching the murky brown water glide by.

Saturday, 7 October 2017

Fluffy White, Crunchy Clouds...


Somebody please call the pawlice! NeeNawNeeNaw.....This is urgent! A serious crime against dogdom has been committed!

I guided Mum all the way to the big shops - where Pets at Home is - and...and...and....we DIDN'T go in! 'Not today' she said! Well! How terrible is that! I shall start a pawtition to make it a crime to be so mean to a faithful Guide Dog.

The injustice of it all! I had to endure two blimmin boring shops instead: That one that Mum calls 'Geeks' Paradise' (Dad seems to love it and calls it Maplins), with absolutely NOTHING even vaguely worth sniffing in it, and the one that Mum seems to find fascinating; Hobbydaft! I put up with THEIR favourite places but THEY decide that we 'don't need anything from Pets at Home today'........Huhhhh???? But we ALWAYS need lots from there........

I need to lie down in a darkened room! Ooh! This will do.....lots of seats......I can put up with the noisy big people on the wall at the front......Ooooooh! Little crunchy clouds!.....Mmmmmm.....I might consider dropping the charges.....

Friday, 6 October 2017

Fantabulous Fun!!!


......my patience was rewarded though! Mum said I deserved a bit of a relaxed day after all that has been happening.....so.....we went for a FREEEEEERRRRRUUUUUNNNNNN! YIPPEEDIPPEEDOOOOOO!

We went to that huuuuuugenormous open grassy place, beside the River Tems, that made me squeak when we cruised past it on our floatyboatyhome! It was fandabbydoozeee there! I got to run and run and run, and roll and romp and do big huge zoomies. There were loads of featherballs on the grass by the river - I tried to catch them to play but they made a load of loud honking noise and flapped off into a big splash on the water! Hufff! I did find one lying still on the grass but Mum and Dad shooed me away from it. They said that a headless goose is not lunch! Hufff! I did just....perhaps.....errr....maybe....sneak in a quick spa session in the river too! Well, it was my treat day! Heehee!

It was fantabulous fun. Even better was that Mum and Dad decided that a long walk home was a good idea to give me chance to dry off! Well, I was happy to oblige! I was almost dry by the time we got back to our floatyboatyhome. Just right for a good snooze by the hotbox!

6 photos:
Sitting with the huge expanse of Port Meadows behind me.

Pose for a portrait - just my head with blurred green grass behind.

A full immersion spa session in the River Thames - swimming toward camera.

Investigating the river's edge - nose down having a good sniff around.

Splashing back out again.

BIG SHAKE!

This Morning....


This morning...... I waited soooooo patiently! Mummy and Daddy mentioned going out......then Daddy sat there at the table......clicketyfingersing on that blessed tippetytappetything of his.......I just had to lie there and wait.....and wait....and wait.....

I gave him 'the look' as long and as hard as I could muster......

Photo shows me lying down on wooden floor, looking up at Daddy with the most longing, fed up face possible.

Thursday, 5 October 2017

Shove Over, Mum!


Home again!

Workywalkies from Puppa's to the station, via a slightly different route - just for a change!

Lots and lots and lots of trains and stations and 'find the door', 'find the train', 'find the lift', 'find a seat'.......wait and wait and wait at the station......Phew I needed that wee when we finally arrived at this Oxford place!

One of the trains had a really yucky floor. I mean.....cold and hard and NOT carpet! Lie down on that? I don't think so! I shuffled myself between Mum and Dad's legs and made use of Dad's leg for a chin rest!

The last train was nice though - a big area of carpet to stretch out on! Much better! The train before that had some nice fuss-giving humans in the seats opposite. That was pleasant!

But now, we are safely back aboard out floatyboatyhome and I have pretty much demolished a big juicy bone! Now.....Mum.....shove over a bit.....that sofa is my bed too!

2 photos from different angles showing me resting my head on Dad's leg on the train.
 
 

Wednesday, 4 October 2017

Riot Fun!

Playdate with Guide Dog Puppy Chrissie at my PuppyMummy's home. Chrissie is four and a half months old and nearly as big as me. Today we went to visit and it was the bestest playtime I've had for ages. It was nice to meet up with my old buddy Rowley too (Springer Spaniel), even though he is too old and wobbly to be able to join in with the riot-fun.



Tuesday, 3 October 2017

Treat-Dispensing Buttons!


Cor! I think I've earned my bone today!

First of all, I had to take Mummy workywalkies to a huge Tesco shop. It was a good walkies to get there (Mum says her talkybone told her it was a mile), then a big challenge guiding her and a trolley around the shop. There were sooooo many humans in there, and loads and loads of workyhumans with big trolleys full of big boxes they were unloading onto the shelves. Mum did the usual thing of lying my harness handle down on my back and then holding my lead on the handlebar of the trolley. We then go slowly and carefully and I follow Mum's commands of 'find right', 'find left', 'straight on', and 'wait'. There is a lot of 'wait' while she searches the shelves for the things she needs.

There was one exciting moment when I spotted a potential poochpal to meet and greet. My excitement was dashed though. I wasn't allowed to meet or greet. Huff! Instead, I ended up doing more waiting while Mum yacketyacked with a manhuman who said he was helping with training my potential pal to be a helper to a human in a wheelieseat. I am sure I could have taught her all sorts of great things!

When we had finished doing the shopping, Mum asked me to 'find the way out. Outside, we found Dad with Puppa's car. He took all the shopping away in the car and Mum and I took a wander back to Puppa's home.

After a short snooze while Mum, Dad and Puppa noshed lunch, then Mum did some choppy-sizzly-stirry stuff, we then set off out again. This time, Dad came too and we went to 'find the bus stop'. This was a tad more exciting! Indeed it was good! A bus ride took us to completely new territory for me to guide Mum around. There were quite a few 'find the crossing' jobs for me and, better still, some of them had 'get the button' treat dispensers too! Mmmmm.... And.....the workywalkies took us to a Pets at Home! Yippeeeee! It seems we needed more food for Meeeeee!

Monday, 2 October 2017

"Hup" on the bus!


BEACH!! I got a run on the beach! Yayy!

OK, it was only a little run......and a little sniff.......and a VERY brief play with another doggypal......but it was a run on the BEACH!!

It came after a workywalkies, a bus ride, another workywalkies and then a humanpaws-warming session in the office at the huge humanswim puddle place where Rosie works. Mum abandoned me there. She handed my lead over to a workyhuman who took me into the office. It seems that Mum and Dad went off to sit at the side of the big puddle to watch minihuman Hallie learning to swim. (another example of dogs-better-than-humans. Dogs don't have to learn to swim. We just do it!). I got some lovely fusses though!

Then it was funtime! A shortish walk along the pawmenade for Mum and Dad, and a chance to let my fur down doing zoomies on the pebbles! This took us into town, where Mum and Dad had a little lunch, then to a bus stop.

The bus ride took us to visit a long-time-no-see humanfriend. She was waiting outside her house. I recognized her multicoloured headfur! It was Jill, Mummy's friend and mine too! We didn't stay long. Just long enough to snooze on her carpet while the humans drank that hot brown waterstuff and do a load of yacketying - of course! Then we had to set off to catch the bus back again. This bus had another long-time-no-see humanfriend driving it. I just had to 'hup' to say a proper hello to Darlene!

Puppa seems to be getting better, but Mum and Dad are doing all the choppy-sizzly-stirry stuff, plus feeding the frothymouth monster machine and all the strokystuff.

Sunday, 1 October 2017

Multicoloured Square


Not a lot to report from a soggy Sunday. Workywalkies to a church with carpet to snooze on and lots of admiring humans to get fusses from. Workywalkies back again to Puppa's home. (Mum kept on telling me to 'huppup' but I wanted to plod to register my protest at walking the same route yet again. I kinda think Mum was a bit miffed with me. Oops!

She didn't stay miffed with me to for too long though. I got a yummy bone to munch on while she did all the sizzly stirry stuff in the kitchen. That was tiring enough to lead nicely into a snoozy afternoon while Puppa made nose rumbles, Dad did loads of clicketyfingersing and Mum did some stroking of floors and worktops. She even stroked the inside of that hot-huffing box that she put yummies into earlier. She got out the noisy carpet stroker and it ate all my bits of bone! She then sat down and did a load of that strange thing with a long thin tail and a little shiny hookspikething. I sat and watched her but really couldn't fathom it out. It seems that she twizzles the tail around the hookspikething and it turns into a multicoloured square that is growing! I didn't bother to watch for long, my eyelids needed internal inspection!

Saturday, 30 September 2017

Soaking for me, soaking for the kitchen!


Puppa is home! Yayy!

It has been an odd day. Mummy has been talkyboning quite a lot, Rosie and minihuman Hallie came and I took them and Mummy workywalkies. We went to the bestest shop: the red-and-white-striped-yummysmelling shop. The nice manhuman in there gave me TWO big bones! Mummy got a huge lump of some delectable too, but I have a suspicion that is not for me. We then went to the green shop where Mum and Rosie got lots of green things and some giant white carrots, and a funny hard purple and white ball too. The ladyworkyhuman in there gave me a little doggy-yummy! So far, a good workywalkies! (Even though I didn't get to munch my bones - they went into a bag on the bottom of Hallie's wheelieseat). The rest of the shopping trip was a bit boring - just a brief trip into something called the cowop, then a slow walkies back to Puppa's home. Hallie walks soooooo slowly!

Shortly after we got back, Daddy came back, driving Rosie's car, and Puppa got out of it! I was sooo pleased to see him. He seems a bit wobbly but he is back!

Mummy has been doing lots of kitchen stuff. Everyone did munching and then the weirdest thing happened: Litlle Hallie had all ther fursubstitutes removed and then she went swimming in a load of suds in the kitchen washybowl! She sploshed water and froth all over the place. I got well out of the way!

I got my soaking when I took Daddy leisure walkies this evening! A good old towel rub on return was good though - but I managed just in time to get in a superb bigshake! Heehee! After Mum had finished doing my towelrub, she went on to stroke the cupboards, the walls, the door, the white warm panel and the floor with the towel! Heeeeheeee!

Friday, 29 September 2017

Meanie Mummy!


Park! Today started with a romp around the park at the bottom of the road! Yippee!

Then, we stole Puppa's car and went for a ride in it to go visit him in the huge vetkennelblock. He was sitting in a chair today - wearing a fursubstitute that looked like a ladyhuman's one! He was much better though. It was nice to be able to get to him to greet him properly. He had a little packet of yummies too! That was definitely worth getting close for. Mum told him off for feeding them to me. Mummy is mean! Puppa is nice! Mum says they are called dIgestive biscuits, not dOgestive! I think I will stick with Puppa!

Thursday, 28 September 2017

Waaaaaayyyy past my dinnertime!


Waggy tail again! Happy Oakley again! I found my Papa! (Papa (pronounced Puppa) is Mum's dad).

It was after a lot of workywalkies - first taking Mum to a red-and-white-striped shop where she did a decent thing: She got me a bone! Yesssss! Then to a green shop where she got me a big carrot! Yesssss! Then back again to Papa's home, before setting off out to take Mum and Dad workywalkies on a longish hike to find the bus stop, then, of course, a bus ride, then another workywalkies to find the huge humanvets. A further workywalkies through the corridors took us to a bed with Papa in it! I was sooooooo happy to find him I may just have cried a little! Apparently he didn't have the same operation as the vet did to me when I was a pup. Papa has a hole in his belly and a little bottle with some rattly things in it. He had all sorts of funny things sticking out of his front paws and a tube under his nose, but he was happy and sitting up.

I got some good fusses and loves from the workyladies in there, interspersed between snoozings on the floor while Mum, Dad and Papa did a load of yacketying.

The return journey seemed to go on forever - even though I was walking a lot faster (I was a sad boy on the way but a happy boy on the way back!). It was waaaaaayyyy past my dinnertime! I was starving! We didn't even go straight back - we went into a shop first! How wicked was that?!! Mum made me work even more before my starvation alleviation! I just about made it. I just about found the strength to get to my bowl in time to prevent complete disappearance!

Photo shows me sitting on Papa's armchair, front paws dangling over the front. Well.....someone had to take charge in his absence!

Wednesday, 27 September 2017

Double Greetings and Train Rides.


Well! Life certainly never gets predictable in Oakleyworld!

Tonight we are in Papa's home in this place called Shoreham. It is really odd though: I have inspected every inch of the place and can't find Papa anywhere! It is just Mum and Dad and me! Maybe this explains why Mum has been glued to her talkybone so much over the last few days. Mum says we will see him tomorrow. She says he has to have something called an operation. I hope it isn't the same operation I had to have when I was little!

We started off with a nice leisurely morning, including a little workywalkies - just Mum and me on brand new territory! Then we all went walkies, called at humanfriends James and Hazel's floatyboatyhome, and then, with them, into town to a human yummyery. I got to hoover a delectable and fairly decent sized munch from under the table. Mum says I had better not get used to liking pizza!

Then it was back to floatyboatyhome and bag packing. I supervised Mum while she scooped a big lot of my food nuggets into a big box. That went safely into the big bag! Then we set off to the train station; a shortish workywalkies away. Three train journeys later, with workywalkieses in between at the stations, and we had a soggy workywalkies to Papa's home.

The highlight of all of this was meeting a Guide Dog colleague at Oxford Station before we got onto our first train. Tex, the yellow Labrador was trying to get to me but his Mum was telling him to 'get on'. I was only semi on duty though; my harness handle was lying on my back while Mum and I were waiting for Dad to get tickets. I squeaked to Tex, and our respective Mums got the message and let us greet. Yesssss!

On the last train, there was a nice ladyhuman called Sophie in a big high wheelieseat. She and Mum did a whole lot of yacketying - lots of it about me! I got a lovely fuss from her.


Photo shows me and Tex meeting at the station.

Tuesday, 26 September 2017

Bottle of the White Stuff...


Recall practice. That's what Mum called it.

Yummy good game. That's what I called it!

It involved:
A freerun (always good!), Lots of me stopping to sniff (never a chance to be passed up!), Mum does a peep peep peep on the whistle, I come running, Mum tells me I'm a good boy and I get a yummy!

Mum says she got through rather a lot of treats but it was a great game! I like playing that game!

It was a good-eyes-day for Mum so I have had the day off. It all started with a romp around that little park, including a game of ball-launcher-fetch with Mum. We managed to lose the bright yellow frisbee ring somehow in the long grass. Mum threw it and I didn't notice which way it went. Mum couldn't find it again and I wasn't really bothered! I wanted my ball!

Then, the fun continued into a freerun along the towpath. Dad brought floatyboatyhome alongside us - backwards! This went on for quite a long way until we reached the place where Dad used the squirtysnake to give the boat a drink. While this big drink was happening, I got to enjoy a snooze on the grass snatching some fusses from passers-by. Then we set off for the freerun all the way back again - and further on still. This time Dad had the boat the right way around so he went a lot quicker! The yummy game went on all the way! Heehee!

Apart from taking Daddy for a leisure walkies to get a bottle of white stuff, the rest of the day has been spent chilling - some on the towpath and some on the sofa.

Mum has been doing something very strange. She got one of her fursubstitutes and kept stabbing it over and over again with a tiny little shinyspike with a mega long whisker. Many times she has said 'Ow' and then stuck a pawpointer in her mouth! So weird!

Monday, 25 September 2017

Bags of new Nosh!


Lazy snoozy morning. 
 
Play in the park right next to our mooring. Yessssss! It is only a little park though - but still worth a freerun in!
 
5 mile workywalkies - to P@H - Paws @ Heaven? Paradise @ Hoovering? Biccies at Checkout! Heehee! The bestest workywalkies destination! And we came away with a big bag of new nosh for me! Mmmmmm......

Unpersuadable!


Diddy locks! We are back on a proper canal! Mum says she had to work at remembering how to do little narrow locks! Me? I was just doing my job workywalkiesing Mum along the towpath and then sitting waiting while she did her windy-uppy-windy-downy-pushy-pully stuff.

This was all after a morning of workywalkies around town to church, Sainsbury's and back again, then a visit to humanfriends on their floatyboatyhome. I could smell a hissing furball - but I couldn't find one! Huff!

Then we went for our final cruise on that big River Tems thingy. I had to lied on the back deck and watch loads of doggypals running and playing and swimming as we glided past a hugenormous open field beside the river! Mum says that maybe we can go there one day..... I bloomin hope so! It looked a fantabulous place!

Now, after a long workywalkies along the towpath of this canal, working two of these little locks and two lifty-up bridges, we are moored beside a park. When we first moored up, I was wilting with starvation. My dinner was late! It only took me my usual 30 seconds to deal with that though. Bowl empty, I gave Mum my bestest pleading look and whimper but she said I couldn't go play with a full tummy. FULL????? Never! She was unpersuadable though! Harrumph! Then the sky started leaking and Mum and Dad took forever to eat their dinners. By the time they finished it was all dark outside. Apparently a black dog can't go play in dark park..... I think I would be perfectly capable! Is this doggy racism?

Tomorrow........park......please?.......

3 photos:
 
The beginning of our workywalkies at Dukes Lock - going through a gate to find the lock.

Working the lifty bridge.

Me sitting waiting for Mum to work the lock.

Sunday, 24 September 2017

Because I'm Worth it!

It seems that Doggyplay is something called 'embarrassing' to humans. I found loads of pals to play with this morning in the huge park beside our mooring. I played proper doggy games. Mum seemed to say lots of 'Sorry' to their humans. She also told me to 'put my lipstick away'. Humans are so weird!

That was a great start to the day though! That field/park took us all the way from our mooring to the first lock and I got to enjoy freerunning all of it. I even managed to sneak in a quick paddle in the river! Heehee!

Now, after all that hard work, followed by some serious deck warming and then some hard work on a new bone, and taking Daddy on a long explore of our new mooring (Mum had fed my harness to the froth monster machine so I couldn't take her workywalkies!), I seem to be in need of recuperation.

Photo shows me asleep on my duvet bed on the sofa. It has a blue cover with cartoon marine creatures on it. My head is on a matching pillow. Dad says I am spoilt. Mum says I am worth it. I say I am comfy! Thank you. Night night!

Friday, 22 September 2017

Big "Hup", but Big "Parkyplace"!

Whinge Whinge Whinge! That's what Dad accused me of! Huh! How rude! I was simply registering my protest at being trapped! I don't like these locks on this Tems river thing! I don't get to be up and out and working them with Mum. Instead, I have to stay on deck while Mum and Dad hold the boat's leads - one at each end. It made me squeak! I wanted action! Huffffff!

This evening's mooring is a mixed blessing; on the one paw, it is a huge jump 'hup' to the land beside us. We are a long way down - the windows are filled by the wall! That big jump got me a bit squeaky (and getting back down again was even more scary!). Once up there though, it is wonderful - a biiiiig open parkyplace! Lots of pooch pals to meet and greet! Yessss!




Photo shows me on harness, beside Mum on the pavement when we went workywalkies into tonight's town - Abingdon.

Thursday, 21 September 2017

All Sorts of Challenges!

Mum pointed her talkybone at me this morning while we were workywalkiesing along beside the big wide water she says is called The Tems. We had to do quite a lot of our ‘Go ahead’ work because it was a really tricky narrow overgrown path. I really really really had to strut my stuff in some places; slippy mud, narrow paths, rough ground, overgrown spiky bushes, gates.... all sorts of challenges. But we did it! in one place, there were some tree-toes sticking up out of the ground to over Mum’s knee height. I just jumped over when Mum told me to ‘hup’ but she had to kind of sit on top and then swivel over. 4 paws wins again in the superiority stakes!

Click on the link below to see Mum's video:

https://www.facebook.com/GuideDogOakley/videos/1872694259411932/

Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Squeak and Protest!

Loadsaplay That was the way to start a day!

I do rather like this idea of mooring beside a field where lots of pooch pals pass by! It meant a party right outside the door! I got to play with sooooo many pals I didn't even get chance to stop and ask names! Well....actually such things really don't matter to us dogs! We greet in a more sensible and civilised manner than humans, then simply get on with the important business of romping and chasing and boxing and sniffing and weemailing!

I even got to carry on the fun for a bit as we headed off to the shops. Well.... when the route starts off across the fields Mum takes pity on me and lets me freerun until we reach somewhere where she needs me to keep her out of mischief! On a field, there is little for her to bump into. In town there are all sorts of obstacles that I have to guide her around; kerbs, crossings, lampposts, signs, chairs and tables, vehicles and loads of other 'clutter' on the pavement. I think I did good today. I guided Mum into a red-and-white-striped shop. She got me a juicy fresh bone! Yummmmm!

Another freerun back across the field was just nice to set me up for lying on deck again while we cruised off. I am not too happy about these locks on this River Tems thing. I don't get to work them with Mum! Mum just stands in the bowdeck and holds the boat's lead, Dad does the same on the backdeck and the gates and water seem to do themselves! There is no 'Find the beam'. No 'find the bollard'. No sitting watching Mum do all the windy-uppy-windy-downy-pushy-pully stuff. No greeting passing pooch pals. No absorbing admiring fusses from passing humans. All I get to do is to stay on the back deck and squeak my protest!

Tuesday, 19 September 2017

Team Towpath Strikes Again!

Yayyy! PROPER towpath workywalkies! We are truly back where we belong!

This morning, Mum and I left Dad to set off with floatyboatyhome. We went walkies. Proper team towpath walkies. Three and a half miles of it. To begin with, it was on really good wide flat towpath surface. Mum finds that easy. After a while though we came to some rougher surface where Mum's pawcovers did a lot of crunching on the gritty stuff. I had to guide her around quite a few huge puddles and some stickyup tree paws too. Eventually, this led onto the narrow, rugged tracks where I really have to strut my stuff. Mum looped my lead through the handle of my harness and gave me the 'Go ahead' command. This is where I walk ahead and Mum follows my waggly bum! A technique we perfected when we were doing our sponsored walk from Bath to Reading 2 years ago. It is not part of standard Guide Dog training. It is something Mum and I have worked on together to adapt to our canal and river world. It works well! I may ...... just ..... perhaps ....... ever-so-slightly ..... take advantage ...... of ..... a few opportunities ...... to .....err ....stop for a sniff ...... and  a few crucial weemail exchanges! Ahem!

Mum was super pleased with me and we really enjoyed that walkies. It was cut a bit shorter than we wanted though - simpy because the blimmin path ran out! We had to stop and wait for Dad to come rescue us on the boat. It was nice to enjoy a lazy cruise after that though - lying on the back deck watching the world slide past.

We are moored in a little patch of poochy paradise now. The river is really wide and there is nothing but open grass beside us! A lazy afternoon of snoozing and meeting and greeting passing pooch pals has been fab!

Photo shows me (viewed from above) lying on the back deck semi-snoozing and watching the water as we glide along. View is of the back of my head, shining in the sunlight, and my shoulders with my 'car-bra' on - bright green strapped harness with a loop on the back. Also, my bright yellow collar is vivid against my black fur. In the background is the slightly greeny-brownish water with light reflecting on it and very slight ripples.


Monday, 18 September 2017

Fish Head...


Oooh! Fishyburps! Mum says I stink of fish too. How very rude is that?

I rather got the impression she wasn't too pleased with me this morning. I took her walkies along the towpath, then through the nature reserve before we headed off to work the lock. Except.....I may have taken a slight diversion! You see.....I thought I would leave Mum in peace to work the lock (it was good light and very very familiar ground so I wasn't particularly needed.) I just got led by my nose. Unstoppable pull it was.....to a manhuman standing on the bank under the bridge. He had one of those megalong bendy sticks with a hugely long whisker coming off the end of it into the water. Beside him was an open bag containing a whole load of little fishies. He had just left them there - all open and wafting their irresistible aroma about. I simply couldn't leave them there to rot could I? I mean ..... that would just be so terribly wasteful! Mmmmmmm...... they were delicious! And the perfume on my whole head is a lovely lasting reminder of such a delicious bit of waste management work!

I seemed to end up permanently attached to my lead, attached to a fence after that! Then Dad gave the manhuman a floppy rectangle to pay for my theft.

We cruised on through Reading on floatyboatyhome, then through another lock where I got seriously barked and growled and snarled at by a pair of pooches behind a fence. I just sat down and watched them get their tails in a twist!

Now we seem to be on a hugenormous waterway. Mum says it is called The Tems. This evening, we went workywalkies and found ourselves on very familiar streets around Reading. I thought we had left Reading! Confused! 
When we set off on our workywalkies it was all nice and fine and dry. Part way along the streets though the sky started leaking all big and fiercely. We got supersoggysoaked. Mum and Dad were squelching in their pawcovers. I jsut hung my head and let the water pour off the end of my nose as we walked. When we got inside a shop though, I managed a superb bigshake and sprayed a good cloud around me! Heehee! Oops! This was after doing one bigshake outside the door when Mum asked me to. It is a bit difficult to shake off much sogginess when the sky is still leaking all over you though.....

Back home aboard our cozy floatyboatyhome, shopping all done, it was great to have a good old towelrub! Mum says she had hoped the rain would wash off the stench of fish.....I don't think it did as good a job as she had hoped though. She went all screwed up in the face when she fussed me......