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New balls please!

Wimbledon fever has just about calmed down here in the UK, but there’s no reason why a handsome hound can’t still request some new balls (no sniggering please, I just heard Mum say to Dad that the ‘special operation’ is in the diary for early August)!

Anyhow, as you know, I have my humans very well trained. So they didn’t just get me a few new balls, they got…well…THESE:

AMAZING! AMAZING! AMAZING!

Also brilliant this spring/summer has been Mum’s discovery of a new beach at Sandwich Bay after Dad got fined £75 for taking me for a dip on Dover seafront (where they’ve changed the rules on canine companions)…ouch! Anyway, forget Dover Beach. It’s so yesterday. Sandwich Bay is THE place to be. Check me out:

Hasselhoff eat your heart out...

Step aside David Hasselhoff…

Could be treasure. Could be a dead fish. The same thing you say?

Could be treasure. Could be a dead fish. The same thing you say?

In other news, more than the aforementioned body parts are due to get the chop. No really! Mum has also scheduled in a haircut for this Friday apparently. Here’s why:

Forget photo bombing, fluff bombing is all the rage!

Forget photo bombing, fluff bombing is all the rage!

I’m pretty sure she is the one in dire need of a makeover, but given that she will have to feed me the meat off a whole chicken (or a block of cheese) to get me to sit still on the grooming table, maybe I’ll put up with it for a bit 🙂

Hope you guys are well out there and having as nice a time as me!

H x

 

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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:

  1. Crouch down low.
  2. Stare at the stone you want until your human gets the hint.
  3. Wait for lift off (it usually takes the human a while to get their foot in the right place)
  4. 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:

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Staring…staring…waiting…waiting…

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Begin take off

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Freestyle…with a mid-air turn

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And re-position for a safe landing. Easy!

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Here’s a textbook airplane…check out those ear flaps.

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Finally, a textbook kangaroo.

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And here it all is put together. Simple!

Why not give it a go yourself? I promise you’ll enjoy it.

H x

 

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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.

 

Who's that handsome fellow?

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.

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?

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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

 

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Happy New Year people!

Wow. It’s been ages! I hope you’re all well out there and have been living every day to the full. I certainly have 🙂

Let's play!!! What do you mean you just want to sit down for five minutes?

Let’s play!!! What do you mean you just want to sit down for five minutes?

I’ll post a review of my Summer of Fun shortly (yeah…a little late I know, but I promise you’ll love it) but before that, let’s talk about my amazing Christmas. Note to self: ‘Hector’s Amazing Christmas’ is a great idea for a movie…or maybe a book…or maybe both. Yeah, both. Anyway, Dad was lucky enough to have a whole month off work (sort of) over the festive period. That meant we could play ‘hang off the bottom of your trousers’ EVERY SINGLE DAY.

It’s also helped pass the time a bit because Mum has had a knee operation and can’t currently take me out by herself (apparently she could take out a dog that didn’t act like it was pulling a cart every time it was on the lead, whatever that means). At one point I did think she was just being lazy, but then I tested the theory by barking right in her face for about 10 minutes straight and poking my nose in my harness just in case she hadn’t quite got the message. It seems she really does have a poorly knee. But it is getting better now and we’ve been out for ice cream and all sorts:

Look how well mannered I can be...erm...I mean, I am!

Look how well mannered I can be…erm…I mean, I am!

 

Yes, that is a rather large yellow pole. They were putting up Christmas lights at the cafe. And yes, Mum does have her eyes closed...there's always one!

Yes, that is a rather large yellow pole. They were putting up Christmas lights at the cafe. And yes, Mum does have her eyes closed…there’s always one!

For Christmas, I got loads of treats and a soft toy turkey (now dead). Uncle Matthew bought me a cool Snowman toy too (now dead). Then Mum snapped up a stuffed penguin in the New Year sale for me (now dead). Honestly though, the best bit has been playing with the big cardboard tubes out of the middle of the wrapping paper rolls (also now dead). How much fun can one dog have?!!

In other news, I’ve been inspired by all the Strictly Come Dancing fever over Christmas (Mum and Dad left it on for me to watch while they went to the gym). What do you make of this footwork, Darcy? A nice efface methinks:

Just look at those pointed toes. 10/10 surely?

Just look at those pointed toes. 10/10 surely?

 

Apart from that, it’s all been rather quiet really. Just three or four walks a day, playing with my friends in the park at sun down, pinching tea towels off the counter, opening the post. You know, dog stuff.

Lots of love for now,

H x

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Day of the devil

It’s been a while, I know. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve been sooooooo busy…erm…keeping Mum and Dad on their toes.

Honestly, it’s like a full time job. Every day I have to invent new ways to make sure they stay on top form. It’s so tiring!

This one was probably one of my best though. Perch the Bonio right on the edge of the rug, then pounce on it and push it under the sideboard. All the makings of a classic:

 

Speaking of classics, I pulled a textbook move today at Granny and Grandad’s. When we came in from running around in the garden, Mum got distracted for a minute and during that tiny window, I skipped off (la la la) round the corner right into the stinky pond.

Man it felt good. Mum was a bit too preoccupied to take any photos of it, but think ‘hippo in mud’ and you’ll be on the right track.

Unfortunately, ‘pond gate’ did lead to me having to have a bath – with three lots of shampoo to get rid of all the sludge – but it was well worth it. And as an added bonus, Mum decided to buy me my own ‘pond’ later in the day with the hope of discouraging a repeat (yeah right)!

H x

Where's the pond weed? Why can I see the bottom? Why doesn't this pond smell bad?

Where’s the pond weed? Why can I see the bottom? Why doesn’t this pond smell bad?

 

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Winter wonderland

What’s a guy to do when big white flakes start falling from the sky? Yep. You got it in one!

So here I am clowning around in the snow, maybe eating a bit of it, maybe skidding up and down the decking. You know, Bordoodle stuff 🙂

H x

Jeesh this is cold on my derriere...

Jeesh this is cold on my derriere…

Guess if I wiggle it a bit, that frosty behind might warm up. Beyonce eat your heart out!

Guess if I wiggle it a bit, that frosty behind might warm up. Beyonce eat your heart out!

Yes, those are skid marks where I'm hurtling down the decking. And?!

Yes, those are skid marks where I’m hurtling down the decking. And?!

 

 

 

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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.

Pensive. It’s my new look.

 

Poised for action. It's my day-to-day look.

Poised for action. It’s my day-to-day look.

 

Erm...doing dressage. It's not a good 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.

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!

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!

Take another look. Gorgeous!

Hope you’ve enjoyed my New Year Look Book. Check back in soon!

H x

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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...

Beards are beautiful…

But (apparently) they're much better when they're under control!

But (apparently) they’re much better when they’re under control!