No doubt you all remember the beautiful Sage, but here’s an updated photo from her lovely Mum, Karen. Wow. What a stunner!
Note to self: begin saving up for a ticket to America 🙂
H x
Tag Archives: Border Collie cross with Poodle
Welcome to Hector Air – we hope you enjoy your flight
So, as you guys know, I enjoy a lot of games. But there’s nothing better than the ‘get a human to kick stones on the beach’ game (hmm…might need to think of a better name for that one)!
Here are the rules of play:
- Crouch down low.
- Stare at the stone you want until your human gets the hint.
- Wait for lift off (it usually takes the human a while to get their foot in the right place)
- Jump like your life depends on it. Maybe follow the stone, or just freestyle…whatever takes your fancy. Me, I like the airplane move. And sometimes the kangaroo.
Here’s a handy visual guide:
Staring…staring…waiting…waiting…
Begin take off
Freestyle…with a mid-air turn
And re-position for a safe landing. Easy!
Here’s a textbook airplane…check out those ear flaps.
Finally, a textbook kangaroo.
And here it all is put together. Simple!
Why not give it a go yourself? I promise you’ll enjoy it.
H x
Top 5 Seconds of Summer
What a Summer it has been! Once again, I’ve been so busy being stopped by admirers in the street (note from Hector’s Mum: more like pleading with anyone and everyone to pay you some attention) that I haven’t had much time to blog…so here’s a recap on the highlights of Summer 2015 for you.
1. My 2nd birthday!
Well, I’m pretty sure that I’m now 2 years old since Mum and Dad made me an awesome card (see below). That said, whenever strangers ask Mum how old I am, she always says ‘oh, he’s still quite young, only about 18 months, which is why he’s a bit silly and over the top.’ Charming.
2. The arrival of Mr Frog.
Now, anyone who knows me knows how much I love a good squeaky toy. This summer, a truly marvellous one arrived. Green – check. Annoyingly loud – check. Small enough to fit quite far in my mouth so no one can take it off me – check. Not yet been thrown over the neighbour’s fence – check. Love him. LOVE HIM!
Yeah…you can try to get the frog. But you will fail. Every time.
3. The car and the fence.
Being a border collie (sort of), I do love a good stalk. I’m not talking plants. I’m talking crouching down and hunting cars. Oh yeah. I stalk cars from a mile away! Mum and Dad have tried EVERYTHING they can to stop me doing it, because it’s apparently a ‘bad habit’ (but then I always hear them talking about how people should have hobbies…hypocrites). Needless to say, I totally disregard anything that comes out of their mouths on the matter.
So when we were at Granny and Grandad’s over the summer and a big Land Rover drove by the field very quickly, I decided I’d jump the five foot fence into the lane and hunt it down. I managed to run a few circles around the car before Mum made it over the fence (rather slowly I might add) and flagged the driver down. Spoil sport.
4. A new friend.
When Mum started her latest job over the summer, she discovered that one of her new colleagues had the (mis)fortune to have just acquired a puppy…a Bordoodle named Roxie. She lives up in Scotland, lucky thing! Does she remind you of anyone?
5. The husband swap.
Finally, one of my favourite moments of the summer was when a lady who was cuddling me in the pet shop asked if she could swap me for her husband. Apparently, I’d be much nicer to sit with on the sofa of an evening – but just as hairy and warm 🙂
Is my head getting a bit big these days? Of course not!!
H x
Another string to my bow
As some of you will know, I became an official bus inspector (for the day) a few weeks ago. Since then, Mum and Dad have been trying to find me more jobs to do. Apparently I need to be kept busy?? Yeah, that didn’t really make sense to me either, especially when I know that the dog trainer said I have a lot of my own ‘ideas’.
Anyway, I went along with it all, as you do. So, here I am being the cafe inspector in Kearsney Abbey – caught the kitchen workers unawares by peeking through the back window!
I think I’d better taste that cheese (again). You can never be too careful where customers are concerned.
And here is the excellent redecorating work I did in the lounge this week.
I call it ‘cloud floor’. Don’t tread on my dreams.
You might mock, but Picasso had his detractors in the day. Just you wait.
H x
Bear-ly there
What’s the difference between a Bordoodle and a bear?
Not a whole lot apparently!
H x
Just a dog chasing some squirrels…
Just a bear scratching his claws…
Down to the river to play…
Oh yeah. River. Stones. Splashing. What could be better?
Ready…steady…throw!
Stop staring at my ‘legs’!
Ok, ok. A bit of passing traffic to satisfy my Border Collie herding urge wouldn’t go amiss either! See how hard I am trying not to pay attention to the cars going by 🙂
H x
Hector’s New Year Look Book
Sorry for the lack of posts lately folks – my Mum has been a bit under the weather, so I have been busy looking after her. You know, making sure she gets plenty of long walks, that sort of thing 🙂
Anyway, here’s a quick photo tour (aka look book) of what I’ve been up to. Naturally, with the sea air being so good for you, I’ve been taking Mum to the beach a fair bit:
Pensive. It’s my new look.
Poised for action. It’s my day-to-day look.
Erm…doing dressage. It’s not a good look.
And wearing a bow tie to get Mum to smile: (ignore Dad there – he’s trying to take a selfie with me…who can blame him?!)
Bow tie. It’s my festive look.
We’ll quickly skip over my trip to the vets after swallowing a glove. Let’s just say they made it magically reappear and I felt pretty sorry for myself:
Just don’t look!
Finally, I have a new (long distance) friend called Sage, who belongs to the very lucky Karen out in the US of A. Yup, she’s a bordoodle too (Sage, not Karen)!
Take another look. Gorgeous!
Hope you’ve enjoyed my New Year Look Book. Check back in soon!
H x
Hair today, gone tomorrow
It’s happened…Mum has given me a haircut!! She said it was getting too long, too matted and that I looked like an old man. But I know she just wanted to test out her (rather new) grooming skills.
As she’s only been grooming for a few months, I thought it would be best if I really did give her a challenge. You know…just so she could get the full experience.
So…I kept following the clippers with my head when she was running them all over my body, trying to lick the blades, and maybe play bite her hand a bit. Hee hee. I also made a number of attempts to eat the scissors, oh, and to jump off the grooming table.
At the end of the day, Mum definitely agreed that I’d set her a proper challenge. Ah, one aims to please 🙂
Anyway, check out the before and after pics below. I actually love my new look…it’s easier to squeeze through small spaces and to jump over the sofa. Also, everyone we meet thinks I look like a proper puppy now, so the number of strangers trying to cuddle me has rocketed. Bonus!!
H x
Beards are beautiful…
But (apparently) they’re much better when they’re under control!
All the leaves are brown…
And, yes, the sky is pretty grey. Dreaming more of sausages than California though!
Here I am doing my ‘good boy’ routine in the park. Pretty convincing isn’t it? Hee hee 🙂
Yes, I am off the lead here…like a big boy!
Throw the stick already!!
H x
Bad hair day
Fowlmead Country Park, here I come!
Yes, you guessed it: Mum had a day off from work today so that she could get back to feeling like a proper person entertain me 🙂
We went over to Granny and Grandad’s for lunch first – and while we were there I showed off my excellent header skills with the football. Soon enough, it was time to harness up and get on the road to the park.
Molly spent the whole journey in the car trying to make a comfy bed on Mum’s back seat and I barked at the electric windows – in the hope that they would open. Sometimes they do…but I can’t quite work out who controls them…yet!
The park was awesome as ever. Birds, toadstools, fish, cyclists, ice cream. The list goes on. One thing I wasn’t quite so keen on was the extreme wind today:
Did someone say ‘Chewbacca’?
It’s hard to see all of the squirrels when you’ve got hair blowing everywhere. Even worse, it’s hard for everyone to see how handsome I really am!
H x
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