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Workywalkies. Carpet snoozes at church. Delectable bellyrubs from the lovely minihumans Livvy and Noah plus friends. A freerun on the way home. Visitors - Chris and Adrian who have comfy backpaws to curl up on. Snoozy Sunday afternoon. Leisure walkies with Daddy this evening and return to find all my paw art removed from the floor!
A good Sunday. Happy Oakley.

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Yacketying and more bloomin yacketying!

Oooh! It is good be home. Nothing beats a cozy sofa snuggle after a mega day!

It all started with Daddy leaving us. I then had to workywalkies Mum to the other side of town. She wasn't too sure of the route and was a bit hesitant. I sorted her out though and we arrived without going astray and we found Daddy there!

We had been to this place once before, but this time, it was full of loads of my humanpals that I haven't seen for ages. My tail nearly fell off with all that wagging! They were all floatyboatyfriends! Mum says it was the Boaters' Christian Fellowship Ayjyem. To me, it seemed like a fest of yacketying and yummies! A whole huge table loaded with all sorts of yummies! Oooh! it was torture! A couple of people were nice to me by dropping things that had to be hoovered! I like those friends super especially much!

There was loads and loads of carpet snoozing to be done while they all did endless amounts of yacketying. Mummy was one of the ones who got up on the highfloor and did yacketying into a lollipop. I went with her to make sure she was OK. I wandered off to the back of the highfloor -just to get out of the way of course! It just happens that I found a bag there.....with a very enticing smell coming from within......Mum was mean though, she heard the bag rustle and stopped my explorations! Huff!

There was also a session of humanhowling. This included Daddy howling into a lollipop and wagging his front paw up and down on his multi-whiskered noisebox.

I just laid down and waited for it to end. Well....I was so weak with hunger.....it was at least 10 minutes past my dinnertime by then! I did eventually get my picnic dinner there. Somebody got totally the right idea - that this was just a light snack to see me through until I got home and had my dinner! Mum told him this WAS my dinner! I'm sure he was right and Mum was wrong and mean!

On the workywalkies back home again, we stopped by two manhumans who were sitting on the floor in town. They were all wrapped up and had yummies in bags. They needed some Oakley-love. I was happy to oblige and Mum yacketied with them while I enjoyed some good ear rubs! Mum gave them some shinydisks and we were off again to finish our journey home. It was super dark so I really had to strut my stuff guiding Mum. We made it safely back though and the sofa very soon grabbed me and made me all sleepy on Mum's lap.

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Me lying in front of the highfloor with Daddy and Peter behind me, both humanhowling and wagging their front paws on whiskered noise boxes (Mum says they are called guitars - Peter's is a six-string and Daddy's is a 12-string).

Me mid big yawn.

Sofa-snuggles - me curled up on the sofa with my head on Mum's lap.

Hot Cupboard.

Peculiar goings on.....

Dad has been stroking his 12-whiskered noise box, plus humanhowling, (sometimes with his mouth shut - how weird is that?!!), then he tippety taps on his clicketyfingerstoy, then more stroking and howling......He says he is writing cords.....I just don't get it.....I kept out of the way!

I actually had to keep a close eye on Mummy today. She needed me! She has had one of her really bad bad-eyes-days and so has been doing lots of stroking and patting everything with her front paws. I think this is how she finds things. I don't know why she doesn't just use her nose like I do! She has been doing all sorts of what she calls practical jobs. She spent a while down on her knees with her front paws inside the black cupboard that gets fed when it gets hot. She was using some frothy stuff and a funny shiny squiggly scrunched up scrubby thing to groom it ever so harshly. Then she used cloths to stroke it over and over and over again. These strokings started off by making the cloth all black, but it gradually faded with each stroke and slosh sequence.

When she had finished that, she then got a big bowl and put various different dusts in it; some white, some brown. Then she added water and butter and twizzled it all with a shiny stick thing. Then it all made a big blob of gooey stuff that she biffed and squished and bashed and rolled. This then got put back into the big bowl and abandoned for a while. When she got it out again it was huge! It then got another bashing, biffing, scrunching and rolling session, then got cut apart and rolled again. It then got left to grow again into three blobs, before being fed to the hot cupboard.

It smelled delectable when it came out of the hot cupboard. I offered to test it for Mum, but she said it is for tomorrow. Huff!

Most of the afternoon has been spent lying at Mum's back paws while she has been doing that strange crowshaving thing with the little shiny hook stick and the mega long multicoloured tail. She has also had a tail plugged into her ear with a humanvoice yacketying at her through it.

Passed Out...

Three and a half miles workywalkies on an extended route to Tesco. Not complaining! Most of it was on nice(ish) path away from the road, some was along very busy roads (on the pavement of course!) and one very nice bit was free-run! Yayy!

I am pretty sure that the busy roady bit was wrong. Mum kept saying 'Hang on....where are we?.....let me get some bearings....' I tried to tell her. I tried to direct her. She had said 'We need to go to Tesco'. I knew the way, even from the longer route variation. She didn't get the message though! Eventually, she did say 'I think you were right Oaks. I'm sorry!' Never mind. It was a nice workywalkies anyway.
When we got back home there was another floatyboatyhome in front of ours. I wasn't sure if I recognized it or not. It seemed familiar but it has changed colour. I most certainly recognised the occupants though! Well...the humans and one of the doggypals. It was my bestie humanpals Pete and Chrissie with Tizzy my doggybuddy. There was a new doggybuddy too: His name is Max and he is awesome fun! He is a Beagle x Foxhound and he is only 16 months old. He isn't allowed off lead yet but he was on a super long lead so we were able to have a good zoomies session. Tizzy joined in too, but she is a bit senior and sensible! I did go searching for my old buddy, Shadow, in his floatyboatyhome but he wasn't there. Apparently he has gone for his forever freerun. Max has joined the family to make mouths go up at the corners again.

I was a tad tired after that workywalkies and then loony session so was happy to zonk on my bed while Mum and Dad did all their clicketyfingers stuff. Mum said I was snoring at both ends. She said I am unlikely to get another trotter to munch. I have no idea what she means but it was a bit niffy - I think I passed out at one point!

2 photos

Me with a very blurred tail, meeting and greeting Tizzy and Max, plus Chrissie and Pete.

Me passed out on my sofa bed.

A Day of Pampering.

Oooh! I like today!

A day of 5. I think I like 5

Mum says that today is our qualiversary. I have absolutely no idea what it means but she tells me it is the 5 year anniversary of our qualifying as a Guide Dog Partnership.

We celebrated by doing over 5 miles workywalkies into town, around some shops (including another eyewindows place for Mum), and back via Pets at Home - Yayyhayyy! I found some good hoovering duty in there and Mum got me some treats.

When we got back home, I got 5 treats - all of them yummylicious!

I got a super yummy dinner - not my normal nuggets but a big plate of something called Ocean Fish with Rice and Veg. It was super scrummy. That was treat 1. Treat 2 was that my dinner was dotted with all sorts of biccies. Treat 3 was a rice bone. Treat 4 was something called a Trotter - that was super scrummy and mega crunchy! Treat 5 was a hugenormous carrot!

All these yummies were enjoyed in utter luxury: on my new bed! Well, it seems that Mum thinks it is the new sofa (cushions) delivered today. I suppose I might manage to spare her a corner!

Mum says that I deserve a day of pampering after 5 years of life-changing hard work, looking after her. I have just been doing my job, but I can happily accept and enjoy this kind of pampering! Yummy. Thanks Mummy.

 

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Me on my bed (a bath mat on the new blue cushions of the sofa) enjoying my huge carrot.

Me the other way around on my bed (Well - my front paws are on it anyway - the rest of me is lying along the sofa) with my super yummy dinner on a big oval white plate in front of me, trotter and rice bone beside the plate.

Oh Buggle It!

Soggy Doggy - twice!

The sky has been leaking non-stop. That meant two lots of lovely towel rub! Heeheee! Much better than Mum's choice - she removed all of her soggy fursubstitutes and put on different ones. A good game of towel rub is far superior!

'Let's go out' turned out to be a short workywalkies to the bus stop again, followed by a long wait. Eventually, the bus arrived and took us into town. Daddy abandoned us and went off to do his own thing while Mum and I went into a yummyery where we found my colleague Slipper. Oh...she did have her humanmum, Lyn with her too! Of course, this meant a lie down under the table while the inevitable yacketying went on, along with drinking of hot brown stinky waterstuff. It was OK though. Lying under a table is always much nicer with a buddy! Mum was very pleased with me for not doing any kanoodling or elephant-seal impressions. I think I need to try harder in future. I think I let myself down!

The rest of the day has been largely cozy-snoozing aboard floatyboatyhome. Daddy is still working on my calendar. At one point, he used some funny tail-thing to connect his clicketyfingerstoy to the talkylightscreen on the wall. Then a whole succession of different pictures of me appeared! Apparently this was the choosing process. Now Dad is click click clicking and, a couple of times, has said something like 'Oh buggle it' and 'it crashed'! I didn't hear any loud bang or crunches so I have no idea what crashed into what but I don't think Daddy was too happy. He assures me though, that the calendar is now 'coming together'. These humans do yip weird things sometimes!

I met my Daddy Again!!!

A bit of Father-Son bonding time today!

Yessssss! I got another playdate with my doggydaddy Dixon - in that ginormous park! Woohoooo! It was fantabulous!

It all started with a long lazy morning - mainly waiting for Mum and Dad to complete their clicketyfingersing stuff. A big boat with no lid came alongside and the manhuman used a growly squirtyhose thing to give our floatyboatyhome a big drink into its bum end! He also gave us some big bags of those black lumps that get fed to the hotbox, and a big red clangy round thing that went into a big hole in the front. This was swapped with the one that came out of that same hole. The bags of black lumps made Daddy huff and puff and walk funny when he was carrying them.

Once this peculiar episode was over and the topless floatyboat had gone, we set off out. It was only a short walk to the bus stop so I was a bit miffed when we stopped and waited there. I sang a very sad song to Mummy but still we stayed there. Eventually, the bus arrived and on we hopped. It was a shortish ride, then a very exciting workywalkies. I knew where we were and the route was leading to one of two possible good destinations: the first one was the freerun track we went along yesterday. When we got to the gap in the fence at the top of that path, Mum said 'Not today. Straight on'. For a few paces I registered my protest by plodding, but then cancelled that protest in favour of an urgent gallop towards the second possible destination. I was right and just couldn't get there quick enough! Humans are blimmin slow! Mum wanted positive guiding. I delivered VERY positive guiding! What thanks did I get? "STEADY!!" "Oi! That's enough pulling!!". Hufffff! I can't do right for doing wrong! Waddoyamean... wrong reasons? Going to the park is the perfect reason for getting a move on!

"Find the crossing right" was perfect confirmation of the destination. That crossing takes us to the yellow gate into the park. I just about managed to pause long enough to "Get the button" and then wait for the bleepycrossing signal. But that was the end of my patience. Mum said I was more like a bucking rabbit across the road! Oops! Ahem! Well...we made it safely anyway......

Just inside that gate I managed to contain myself just long enough for Mum to remove my bra and noseband/lead and then I was off! There were trees to check out and grass to romp around on and...and...and....Oh....boo....no doggypals like last time! Mumph! But then.....a thunderous set of paws came bounding around the corner! It was my doggydaddy Dixon!! Yippeeeeeee!!!! We wasted not a moment in getting acquainted again, then it was zoomies and loonies for a fab long route all around the whole park!

On our way back we were briefly joined by a big golden Labrador called Shanty. We all three enjoyed a few moments of chase and roll, but then it was back to just DaddyDixon and me again.

I got to share his carboot space with him for a short ride to a human yummyery, where we both got to kanoodle under the table and share dropped morsels and a nice big tub of water.

All too soon it was over and I had to switch back into workywalkies mode to get Mummy and Daddy back home, via a couple of shops. I really hope we can do it all again sometime soon. DaddyDixon and I have a lifetime of notes to compare and it seems we are very alike!

4 photos:

 

Me and DaddyDixon doing a quick 'Sit' pose - both looking to the left of the picture where Mummy was holding a yummy.

Meeting Shanty. Dixon and I got either side of him to check him out.

A quick game of chase with Shanty.

Another quick 'sit' pose.....well DaddyDixon posed and faced the camera but the contents of Dixon's humandaddy's (Malcolm) pocket was much more interesting. I'm sure the back of my head is just as handsome though!