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Holiday verdict

What a week in Wales it has been!

If I were asked to sum my holiday up in one word, I’d say…umm…’woof’. Just kidding. Dogs only ever say that in books :)

Seriously though, this photo pretty much tells you everything you need to know:

One hundred mile walk complete. Where next, Dad?

One hundred mile walk complete. Where next, Dad?

But, as much as it has been awesome, I am really looking forward to getting into my own bed tomorrow. There’s no place like home.

H x

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Castle hopping

Yesterday we went to Dad’s favourite castle: Caergwrle (no, that’s not a dog spelling, it’s a Welsh one).

It was up a really steep hill, so Mum took hold of my lead and I pulled her all the way up, which she was genuinely grateful for…everyone else was trailing behind having a breather! At the top, there were some brilliant ruins to explore.

Ready, set, go!

Ready, set, go!

 

I know it says 'dogs on the lead' but that surely only applies to normal dogs?

I know it says ‘dogs on the lead’ but that surely only applies to normal dogs?

Once we’d sniffed seen everything up at the summit, we made our way back down to the town where we had lunch in a little sandwich bar. After sitting up proudly like a good boy, everyone gave in to my charms…mmm…turkey…ham…cheese…sausage. Yum.

Later in the day, Mum and Dad took me out to the park again (because I’d managed to do a really convincing impression of needing the bathroom…hee hee). Then, Uncle Jeremy and Auntie Lucy came round for dinner.

Auntie Lucy is lovely and I wanted so badly to kiss her face. Uncle Jeremy, on the other hand, was carrying a crutch because of his hurt leg – so naturally I barked at him ridiculously loudly until he put the offending item down and gave me a tasty treat.

All in all, not a bad day!

H x

 

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Road trip!

On Tuesday evening, I travelled 300 miles…for a holiday in Wales. Not by myself of course. Mum took me in her car, while Dad had my crate and suitcase (full of tasty treats) in his. For the first couple of hours, I chased the traffic, moving my head right round to watch every big lorry go by. Great game! After that, I spent ages unravelling the edge of the car mat toy that Mum had thoughtfully left for me. She’s the best :)

Next, we had a pitstop so we could have a wee and get some food…I managed to beg a corner off a ham panini. Mmmmmm, lip smackingly good. When we got back in the car, I discovered that Mum had put a new toy in for me. Between the two front seats, she’d hidden a paper coffee cup. And it was half full!! While she was busy getting back on the motorway, I managed to grab it. After emptying out the contents onto her ‘car cardigan’ that was on the back seat, I chewed the cup to shreds. Certainly passed the time.

It was starting to get pretty dark, so I figured that I ought to get some sleep but it’s hard when stuff is so exciting. I discovered that, despite being strapped in with a doggy seat belt, I could still reach forward enough to rest my head on Mum’s shoulder. That’s where it stayed for the rest of the journey.

Once we had arrived at Granny Menna’s (Dad’s Mum), well, all I remember is waking up on Wednesday morning – and by then it was time to get going again! Off to the park for a morning walk we went, then a little drive to Llangollen. So many people there wanted to stroke me and look at my beautiful eyes. One lady even took a photo of me with my smart bandana on. Who can blame her?

If only I could slip out of this harness somehow...

If only I could slip out of this harness somehow…

Check out the tongue action!

Check out the tongue action!

Brain freeze!!!

Brain freeze!!!

More holiday capers later, so stay tuned.

H x

 

 

 

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Molls on hols

Those of you who know me well, or are regular readers of my blog, will realise that I’m quite a happy chappy. In fact, every day is an amazing adventure. But this weekend has literally been the BEST THING EVER! Granny and Grandad have been away visiting Uncle Matthew and Auntie Katie, so my best friend Molly (note from Hector’s Mum: not sure the relationship is entirely reciprocal, especially when the face barking is at its most intense, but hey) has been to stay with me for two nights. It’s been awesome!!!!!!!!!!!

On Friday, Mum took us both to the beach and we pulled her into the water with her favourite new shoes on. Brilliant. Then we both scoffed loads of sea water and promptly had upset tummies all over the promenade. That gave Mum a chance to show off her fancy new polka dot poop bags, so I’m pretty sure she loved our presents 😀

I'll let Molly go first, that's what gentlemen do. What? Who said 'wimp'? I resent that accusation. Chivalry is not dead.

I’ll let Molly go first, that’s what gentlemen do. What? Who said ‘wimp’? I resent that accusation. Chivalry is not dead.

 

Let’s get a little seaweed facial while we’re here…

Next stop was the pet shop, where I chose a fluffy football…well, I pinched it off the shelf, carried it round the store and covered it in slobber so Mum had to buy it for me. I also negotiated a huge new dog duvet for myself. Who can resist my puppy dog eyes?

But when we got home, it didn’t turn out quite as I’d expected:

Still feels a little lumpy. One more super loud scratching session should get it perfect.

Still feels a little lumpy. One more super loud scratching session should get it perfect.

 

So, Molly has been sleeping on my new bed for the last two nights. But it’s OK. I let her because I love her. And she lets me waggle my bum at her and bark really loudly in her ears when I want to play…just like I did at 8 o’clock this morning. It’s a match made in heaven.

Not sure why Molly was wagging so much when we took her back to Granny and Grandad’s today though. But then, she is only a cocker spaniel. She doesn’t quite have the brainpower of Bordoodle. Simple minds, simple pleasures.

Ah, what it is to be me!

H x

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Pond dipping

Dad is away this weekend – I miss pulling on his trouser legs him loads. But to make up for the lack of action-packedness (hey, I’m a dog – I can make stuff up) at home, we’ve been spending a lot of time at Granny and Grandad’s.

Molly has been pleased to see me of course. As have the newts in the pond. And as for the cat, well, I announced my presence loud and clear to him and he offered out a paw for me to shake. But for some reason it had really sharp claws on the end of it. Strange.

Anyway, the photo diary below gives you an idea of what I’ve been up to. Enjoy!

H x

 

Yes, that IS pond weed on my nose.

Yes, that IS pond weed on my nose.

The Lone Wolf

The Lone Wolf

Just chilling...waiting for my afternoon tea to arrive.

Just chilling…waiting for my afternoon tea to arrive.

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One misty morning…

As you’re no doubt aware, we’ve been having some crazy weather in our corner of the country lately. One minute it’s scorching, the next there is thunder and lightning…movie style. I mean seriously BIG storm action (note from Hector’s Mum: admittedly, it has been loud, but even the slightest noise – like a motorbike starting – has sent H running for cover these last few days, sometimes in other people’s cars if a door is open)!

Anyway, the extreme weather has also led to some really cool mist on my favourite river in the mornings. I’ve taken to chasing it. Just like the stones that Mum and Dad throw in for me. Best. Thing. Ever.

Check out the video and pics below!

H x

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Adventuring again

Special trip alert! Mum and Dad took me and Molly to Fowlmead country park today. It’s an amazing place with so many great smells and trails. And because it’s built for BMXing there are loads of mud puddles too. Apparently it used to be a colliery and it has since been turned into this fantastic place to walk, run, jump, bark, sniff, walk, run, bark, pull on the lead…you get the picture.

I can’t wait to go back! That said, I really hope Mum and Dad don’t get the ‘He’s a bordoodle’ t-shirts they keep joking about before our next visit. Apparently so many people keep asking what breed I am (because I’m so handsome), that signage would be helpful ☺

H x

You've been keeping track of the way back, right?

You’ve been keeping track of the way back, right?