Now I might look a bit grumpy in this picture, and that’s because I’m waiting to be let off my lead on this huge, enormous, wonderful beach. It was rather windy when this was taken too, so my hair doesn’t look at it’s best. All in all, I think I look like a grumpy windswept miseryguts, which if course I’m not.
Well, truth is I was a bit tired and a bit worked over. We – that is me with my two humans – had been walking on some very steep up and down narrow paths on the cliffs and headlands in this place called North Devon. For several days I might add. So I was tired, yes, and I was on my lead waiting to be let off, but this couldn’t happen until we’d walked past a big rock on the beach (weird rules). So when they called me and I looked at them, I wasn’t at my best.
However, I did have the edge on the humans with all this walking. They have 2 legs and have these things called walking poles to help them on the steep bits of the path. I have 4 legs and have my own built-in walking poles, so I can go at a good pace up and down and keep my balance well.
Their walking poles do the job nicely for them, my built-in ones do even better for me!
There’s nothing quite like finding a good stick and carrying it around for a bit, or even bringing it home.
This is one I found on a beach in a place called Rhyl last year. I’d not been on many beaches then, and I sniffed about a lot, finding all manner of interesting scents and things to pick up. But this stick was the best.
To be honest, I’m not too keen on running after sticks and chasing them, I just like to carry them around. I prefer chasing after a ball to bring back, but if I find a stick I hang on to it. It’s mine!
Today there was an almighty windy storm, with buckets of rain coming down, so when the weather cleared up a bit, we all went out for a walk and there were sticks everywhere, all over the ground. I think they’d fallen off the trees. Well, I didn’t know which way to turn, there was so much choice, but I found a nice chunky one to carry home.
When we got to the house I was rather proud of myself as I showed good manners and training and dropped it in the front garden. I’ve been told off for bringing sticks into the house and chewing them, but this time I remembered what to do. And I was praised for it too.
It’s best to supervise dogs with sticks as they can be dangerous, splintering in the mouth as they’re chewed, and they’re also a choking hazard.