Now that all the dog walkers are squoze into the gap between end-of-work and it-gets-dark, our 16:30 pm unofficial dog club has started to re-form. Anyone who's anyone goes, and we all look out for each other. First we are spotted from afar by eagle-eyed Luca the Lurcher, who steams across the Rec towards us, and we straight way commence our game of Luca nicks my dirty, saliva soaked tennis ball, and I nick his bright pink sponge-ball.
Together we wander across the Rec diagonally, soon spotting solid Jack Russell Patch out with his Mum. We are soon joined by black collie cross Ben, a shaggy brown lab called Archie and old chum who we've not seen for what seems like a year, slim, nippy JR bitch Bindy. Finally tonight we come across a lady Dad doesn't quite recognise, out with a choc-brown pointer and a tiny JR. The lady turns out to be Daughter-in-Law of the Angel B - she recognises Dad and introduces herself.
Nice pack - good socialising and plenty of running around. That's what I call a dog walk!
Deefski
Showing posts with label Luca. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Luca. Show all posts
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Millicent Maud
Well lookee here! 
What do we find when we are walking around our own local boat yard, but this young lady more used to the canals and waterways of Sowerby Bridge, where we do our own narrow-boating. Yes, I appreciate that there are nearer canals, but heh!
Just now I cannot for the moment imagine what brings her to our town.... some kind of refit or repair for which we are uniquely skilled? Or possibly the owner is a resident of these parts and he/she chose to bring the boat "home" for repair, rather than keep making the journey to the lady's normal moorings. Anyway, Millicent Maud, it's nice to see you and you give us that little excited tingle of holidays to come this Summer.
Meanwhile in bitter winds, we are getting some nice walks in, and meeting some of our good friends - Luca the Lurcher with his games of "tennis" behind the Bowls Pavilion (and Luca's Mum is getting me quite good at catching the bounces too!), Ben, Skiboo, Patch, Smudge and Barney, Bailey the Setter. We are back into those medium length days where everyone walks their dogs in daylight, so gets squeezed into the gap between about half three and half five. Soon the clocks will change and the squeeze will be less, and the walkers more spread out.
For us, meanwhile, another short week work for Dad, and a nice long weekend, using up his 2009 holidays, so some good explorations. Meanwhile Diamond is back in hospital for the moment - her own choice, it suits her for now. Look after yourself, Di.
Deefski
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Clipped and Shampoo'd
Clipped at the weekend and now shampoo'd we are allegedly sparkly white, sweet, fragrant, silky and cute. We are certainly full of beans and Haggis in particular, rescued from his thick shaggy and presumably over-heating coat has taken on a new lease of life in willingness to play rough and tumble with me.
Mother of Ben (black collie cross, frequent Rec-walker, him of the peepy-toed black-with-white-toes feet) is not so sure and chides Dad for clipping us "in this weather". Amusingly mother of Luca (brown lurcher) jokingly gives out to Bens' Mum that she's only cold because she stands around in one place on the Rec chatting instead of walking! We are, in fact, now only as short-haired as both Ben and Luca always are.
Luca is great fun. His Mum comes equipped with a long-arm ball-throwing "spoon" and hardish-foam balls in two bright colours. He is happy to chase one while I chase the other, and we have a great game together. We move to up behind the bowls pavilion where Luca's Mum plays "tennis" which involves lobbing the balls against the walls of the pavilion and Luca trying to catch the rebounds. Dad wonders that the bowling fraternity don't get upset by the smack of balls against their nice new walls, but the lady says "Oh, you can only do it when there's no-one in there!". That's alright then!
Meanwhile, Diamond is about to go back into hospital for the next burst of medical treatment. Good luck Diamond - we are rooting for you. We know this is not going to be an easy one.
Deefski
Mother of Ben (black collie cross, frequent Rec-walker, him of the peepy-toed black-with-white-toes feet) is not so sure and chides Dad for clipping us "in this weather". Amusingly mother of Luca (brown lurcher) jokingly gives out to Bens' Mum that she's only cold because she stands around in one place on the Rec chatting instead of walking! We are, in fact, now only as short-haired as both Ben and Luca always are.
Luca is great fun. His Mum comes equipped with a long-arm ball-throwing "spoon" and hardish-foam balls in two bright colours. He is happy to chase one while I chase the other, and we have a great game together. We move to up behind the bowls pavilion where Luca's Mum plays "tennis" which involves lobbing the balls against the walls of the pavilion and Luca trying to catch the rebounds. Dad wonders that the bowling fraternity don't get upset by the smack of balls against their nice new walls, but the lady says "Oh, you can only do it when there's no-one in there!". That's alright then!
Meanwhile, Diamond is about to go back into hospital for the next burst of medical treatment. Good luck Diamond - we are rooting for you. We know this is not going to be an easy one.
Deefski
Tuesday, 3 June 2008
...and the rest
..and there are the rest of the camping dogs
Scooter the Staffie cross who is always resplendent in a pink neck-scarf. She's a brindled colour and fairly fast, and if you recall the last camp I plagued her for ever, till her (very long) patience eventually ran out and she "GRAFFF!" -ed at me and scared me half to death. Everyone said I deserved it.
Badger the ummmm mongrel (I guess) - vaguely black, tan and white, vaguely collie shaped. Looks nothing like a badger anyway, although his Dad assured us he did when he was small. I guess Haggis looks nothing like a haggis either...
Janie, our old friend the ex-courser brindled greyhound who is as gentle as they come and has a long whippy tail that cuts you in half when it wags.
And finally a visiting scruff from Yorkshire called Kaira
Meanwhile, tonight, back at the Rec we come across old chum Luca the Lurcher (see 25th Oct and 17th Jan) - he has been in the wars and is only now allowed out again to run around, still with bright pink, naked scar showing the extent of his horrific injury. Running about in the scrubgrass and saltmarsh down by the Creek at his usual crazy speed, he must have hit something sharp hard front-on, maybe a bit of glass or metal, or other flotsam.
The sharp object sliced clean through his "armpit" muscles (pecs I guess) and opened up a great 6 inch chunk of chest wall, luckily not penetrating his rib cage or going through any big arteries or the neck, oesophagus, windpipe etc. He was in big trouble and in shock as he staggered back to his Mum, who grabbed him up and raced him to the nearest vet. There he was stapled up and dosed with antibiotics as an emergency treatment.
Next day he was taken to our own excellent vet, John for proper patching up and treatment. That was 6 weeks ago and only now is he allowed out to run around in a limited way. Limited for a lurcher of course, seems to mean only 25mph, not 50. He's missed the social life, though, what with being confined to house-rest, so he was delighted to see us all and we were a mad pash of wagging tails and grinning faces.
Good to see him back in circulation
Go Luca
Deefs
Scooter the Staffie cross who is always resplendent in a pink neck-scarf. She's a brindled colour and fairly fast, and if you recall the last camp I plagued her for ever, till her (very long) patience eventually ran out and she "GRAFFF!" -ed at me and scared me half to death. Everyone said I deserved it.
Badger the ummmm mongrel (I guess) - vaguely black, tan and white, vaguely collie shaped. Looks nothing like a badger anyway, although his Dad assured us he did when he was small. I guess Haggis looks nothing like a haggis either...
Janie, our old friend the ex-courser brindled greyhound who is as gentle as they come and has a long whippy tail that cuts you in half when it wags.
And finally a visiting scruff from Yorkshire called Kaira
Meanwhile, tonight, back at the Rec we come across old chum Luca the Lurcher (see 25th Oct and 17th Jan) - he has been in the wars and is only now allowed out again to run around, still with bright pink, naked scar showing the extent of his horrific injury. Running about in the scrubgrass and saltmarsh down by the Creek at his usual crazy speed, he must have hit something sharp hard front-on, maybe a bit of glass or metal, or other flotsam.
The sharp object sliced clean through his "armpit" muscles (pecs I guess) and opened up a great 6 inch chunk of chest wall, luckily not penetrating his rib cage or going through any big arteries or the neck, oesophagus, windpipe etc. He was in big trouble and in shock as he staggered back to his Mum, who grabbed him up and raced him to the nearest vet. There he was stapled up and dosed with antibiotics as an emergency treatment.
Next day he was taken to our own excellent vet, John for proper patching up and treatment. That was 6 weeks ago and only now is he allowed out to run around in a limited way. Limited for a lurcher of course, seems to mean only 25mph, not 50. He's missed the social life, though, what with being confined to house-rest, so he was delighted to see us all and we were a mad pash of wagging tails and grinning faces.
Good to see him back in circulation
Go Luca
Deefs
Thursday, 17 January 2008
Long Throw
Excellent time at the Rec this evening - our arrival coincided with those of our good friends Bindy (young female Jack Russell), Patch (old stout male JR) and Luca (extremely speedy lurcher whose Mum uses one of those 2 foot long spoon shaped launchers to fire day-glo orange balls great distances.
Dad had a try with it and could nearly launch them the full diagonal of the Rec, which had Luca looking up at him admiringly. Meanwhile Luca's mum used her ordinary arms to launch treats in the direction of us terriers which caused us to look up at her admiringly! Ever seen a motley line of 5 terriers all sitting in perfect obedience.
Well, Haggis did till he realised the treats were "dog-chocolate". The H does not "do plants" and chocolate counts as a plant. He is only interested if the treats are meat-based, so he soon wandered off and started killing the 2nd orange ball while Luca was distracted with Dad's 200 yard trajectories.
Go Dad! Go Luca!
Deefer
Dad had a try with it and could nearly launch them the full diagonal of the Rec, which had Luca looking up at him admiringly. Meanwhile Luca's mum used her ordinary arms to launch treats in the direction of us terriers which caused us to look up at her admiringly! Ever seen a motley line of 5 terriers all sitting in perfect obedience.
Well, Haggis did till he realised the treats were "dog-chocolate". The H does not "do plants" and chocolate counts as a plant. He is only interested if the treats are meat-based, so he soon wandered off and started killing the 2nd orange ball while Luca was distracted with Dad's 200 yard trajectories.
Go Dad! Go Luca!
Deefer
Thursday, 25 October 2007
Luca the Lurcher
We met another nice dog tonight - Luca the Lurcher. Like all lurchers he's a hound crossed with a collie-type beastie - looks like his hound might be a greyhound, but his "collie" is something much more black-and-tan and hard coated. Enyway, he's full of beans and his Mum was launching a ball as far as she could with one of those 2 foot long springy, spoon-ended launchers and he was flying! She said that if she just threw the ball with her arm, he was there, drinking a cup of tea, feet up, watching TV, catching up on the gossip by the time the ball got there
We had the pleasure of Dad's company yesterday on a day off. coming and going all day - 2 walks, the allotment and an "old git's lie-down" in the afternoon (we love that. The humans crash out on the sofa and we all pile up all around them (cats too sometimes) while they catch a siesta). Quality time - sleepin' in a heap!
At one stage, mind, Dad took off with the 2CV and the good camera, to try (some more) to get a good pic of a Fallow deer in the forest. It's the rut, for those beasties so it's the best time to get deer all gathered together. But unlike at the weekend when it was bright sunshine, the forest had descended once more into drizzly cloudiness, so the chance of getting good pics of anything moving deep in the birch-bits where the rutting stands are, was nil (he said).
Frustratingly, he tells us, no deer would stroll out into the brighter clearings. Even worse, when he was fed up, relaxed, non-stealth mode, strolling home, crunching carelessly through the fallen leaves, he alsmost tripped over a resting buck - proababaly one exhausted by being Master-Buck for a while and taking a lie down. Dad saw movement just in front of him, realised he was looking at an antler, just about had time to think - "Oh dear! (pardon the pun) - a dead or injured one!", when the deer was up and spronging away. Dad raised the camera and fired off two shots but still had the auto-focus off and just got indistinct blurs. (AF no good among the trees - gets too confused and tries to auto-focus on branches this side of the deer).
So it's STILL Dad's ambition to get a good pic of Fallow deer from Challock in Challock
These Humans need something to aim at, I think
Deefer
We had the pleasure of Dad's company yesterday on a day off. coming and going all day - 2 walks, the allotment and an "old git's lie-down" in the afternoon (we love that. The humans crash out on the sofa and we all pile up all around them (cats too sometimes) while they catch a siesta). Quality time - sleepin' in a heap!
At one stage, mind, Dad took off with the 2CV and the good camera, to try (some more) to get a good pic of a Fallow deer in the forest. It's the rut, for those beasties so it's the best time to get deer all gathered together. But unlike at the weekend when it was bright sunshine, the forest had descended once more into drizzly cloudiness, so the chance of getting good pics of anything moving deep in the birch-bits where the rutting stands are, was nil (he said).
Frustratingly, he tells us, no deer would stroll out into the brighter clearings. Even worse, when he was fed up, relaxed, non-stealth mode, strolling home, crunching carelessly through the fallen leaves, he alsmost tripped over a resting buck - proababaly one exhausted by being Master-Buck for a while and taking a lie down. Dad saw movement just in front of him, realised he was looking at an antler, just about had time to think - "Oh dear! (pardon the pun) - a dead or injured one!", when the deer was up and spronging away. Dad raised the camera and fired off two shots but still had the auto-focus off and just got indistinct blurs. (AF no good among the trees - gets too confused and tries to auto-focus on branches this side of the deer).
So it's STILL Dad's ambition to get a good pic of Fallow deer from Challock in Challock
These Humans need something to aim at, I think
Deefer
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