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2019 – So Far, So Good

This is my year. I know this because my diary says so πŸ˜€

Diary

So what am I going to do with it? I have no idea, except whatever I do won’t be done in a hurry. I’ve spent the first few weeks just pottering – doing jobs that need doing without planning anything, just going with the flow. My only rule for this year is No Rushing. Take my time. Stop worrying, just get on with things as and when they need doing and everything will work out just fine.

Scampi has taken to sitting in the corner of the kitchen, trying not to do the splits, while hoping I’ll give him a bit of whatever food I’m cooking.

Scampi kitchen

Mornings involve ambling around the local area with Scampi. There’s not many people about so walks are calm (unless he spies a cat!) and he’s very relaxed when we arrive home, which sets him up for a good day. Shorter days mean the chickens are in their shed for longer, so it needs cleaning out more often. Instead of just doing what needs doing then coming back into the house, I spend about 15 minutes pottering about in their run, tidying and raking. Chickens deserve a nice garden too πŸ˜€ They’ve started laying again so we have lovely fresh eggs.

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We’ve had a couple of snowy days, this is very exciting for me because it doesn’t happen often! There was around three inches of the stuff lying on the ground one morning – and it only lasted for a day – but I couldn’t wait to go out in it. Scampi loved it and was like a chld, he didn’t want to walk in other people’s footprints, he wanted to go into the fresh stuff where he stomped and kicked it up πŸ˜€

Snow

I am a houseplant killer, I just can’t keep them alive. But I was given a Christmas amaryllis bulb so I planted it, said a prayer and it now looks like this. I just hope I can keep it alive, at least until it flowers. It looks a bit pale to me.

Amaryllis

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Sunday, 17th February 2019 at 9:45 am Leave a comment

Cornwall 2018

Cornwall was fabulous, as usual! On our way down, we decided to drive across Dartmoor. There was a sheep sat right in the middle of the road. Cars were carefully driving around her, she wasn’t bothered in the slightest and carried on chewing while watching them go past. But it didn’t occur to anyone to get out of their car and move her along a bit. A job for us then! We parked up and walked over slowly, as we got close she stood up and ambled away. People are careful around the animals, and the animals are used to traffic so she probably would’ve been fine but I secretly like to think we saved her πŸ˜€

We stayed at Tinners Cottage It was lovely and we’ll definitely book it again. We had to block the steps to the higher part of the garden though, Scampi went up there and managed to get onto the garage roof πŸ˜€

Scampi was pretty good, he was much more sociable than on previous holidays. We ate ice cream at Callestick FarmΒ  – and I mean we ate ice cream at the farm. Scampi was perfectly calm while we sat and ate, he knew we were going to give him the tubs to lick when we’d finished πŸ˜€ We walked near the animals and he met the pigs, he’s always liked pigs and says a polite hello through the fence. We walked along lots of beaches and spent quite a bit of time at Golitha Falls We still can’t walk around the shops with him without military precision planning, we have a quick look at the area then have conversations that start like this – β€œYou take him over there for an amble while I pop into this shop, then we’ll swap so you can browse the all-important beer shop” then I scoop a handful of treats out of my pocket to give to Mr MB in case of a barky emergency, because he almost always forgets to fill his pockets before we go out πŸ˜€

ice cream

pigs

Instead of packing up and heading straight home on our last day, we visited Golitha Falls again and went for a walk with friends and their two dogs. Luckily Scampi likes them, lol. When we got back to the car park, we dried the dogs off and had breakfast at Inkie’s Smokehouse We’d heard good things about this place, so I ordered a bacon sandwich, expecting a really nice bacon sandwich. It was amazing (yes, a bacon sandwich really can be amazing!) – thick sliced sourdough bread, lots of lovely smoked bacon and the bread was buttered, no nasty margarine in sight. It filled me up for the day, I didn’t eat again til 8pm. I’ll definitely visit again.

Perranporth

We’re home now and I can put my garden plan into action. There’s so much to sort and tidy, we also have to move a couple of raised beds to work on the fence and there’s a huge tree overhanging our garden, the owner refuses to do anything about it (well she says she will, then doesn’t) so we’re going to chop at it ourselves πŸ˜€

The veg patch has been checked, we’ve pulled up some beetroot and picked the last of the tomatoes and cucumbers.

Veg

I realised yesterday that I have a couple of comments on previous posts – I’m not ignoring anyone, I promise! I used to get notifications but I didn’t have any for these, I’ll check my settings to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

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Wednesday, 10th October 2018 at 7:45 am 3 comments

Autumn

Autumn is my favourite season. It’s warm during the day and cool in the mornings and evenings. The trees look amazing. Walks are enjoyed much more and I arrive home still feeling fresh and full of energy, rather than drained and looking like I’ve spent an hour in a sauna, lol. And I go to Cornwall – this year we’re staying on the edge of Bodmin Moor, near Golitha Falls which is one of my favourite inland places.

I’ve packed some crochet supplies, I want some little gift bags for Christmas so I have red, green and white yarn to play with. I want some reading time too, I’m halfway though a book at the moment and I’d like to finish it while we’re away.

My fantasy of sitting outside little cafes next to the sea never quite works out, Scampi takes offence if people come too close, so while I hope we’ll be able to do this at least once, it probably won’t happen. We’ll take flasks to a quiet spot on the beach instead.

Look at that sweet face, surely he wouldn’t bark at people for no apparent reason, would he? πŸ˜€

Scampi kong

Friday, 28th September 2018 at 8:28 am 2 comments

Scampi

Scampi is still nervous sometimes. He will glance at a certain dog one day and ignore it, want to meet it another day, will greet it shyly for a few days then on our next walk will throw a tantrum if on the lead and will run away to the bushes if he’s off the lead. There are a few dogs he refuses to meet at all, I have to turn and go back the way we came to make sure there’s no barky tantrum. I’m pretty good at reading him so we manage to avoid most stressy situations. I haven’t heard any local gossip but I’m quite sure we have a reputation! But it makes my day when someone on a pushbike sails past, grins and says β€œoh look at him, he’s so much better!”. This has happened a few times lately, sometimes I don’t remember ever seeing the person before – I’m probably too busy concentrating on calming doggy nerves to take time to look at the person’s face, lol.

But he does have some doggy friends (he does, I promise!), and he loves seeing them. George next door, who he chats to through the front gate as we walk past. Betty on the other side of us, who he chats to through the fence. Arthur up the road, who he likes to walk with if we bump into them while we’re out. Stripe, who he plays ball with – no humans allowed, they throw the ball to each other. Ted and Mabel, who he runs around the house with (our house or theirs, they don’t mind as long as they’re indoors). He likes to hang out in the kitchen with Shep. Penny lives round the corner, they end up playing in her front garden if she’s out there when we walk past. Molly, who he’ll only approach and play with if they’re both off the lead. If either of them have a lead clipped to their collar, he won’t go near her and is quite vocal about it. Paddy, who he’s wary of but will still say hello to if they’re both off-lead. Pearl and Ruby, who he doesn’t see very often because they live in Cornwall but he loves seeing them when we visit.

His best friend is Milo. Although he has specific things he likes to do with his other friends, with Milo he will do all them. They’ve had one argument – over a squeaky ball. Milo loves squeaky toys, Scampi hates them. So us humans make sure there are no squeaks when they’re together. They wrestle, run, play, sit and lie together, steal each other’s food and come over to demand a treat together – without being told, they sit at exactly the same time.

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There are a few other dogs locally that he was terrified of, but his reactions have gone from complete panic to a quiet growl then silence while watching them from a distance.

Cats. Just no. I am never going to get him to accept that cats live on this planet. He hates them with a passion and his behaviour when he spots one is appalling – imagine a cross between the spinning cartoon tasmanian devil and a velociraptor and you get the idea. Most of the time I spot a cat before he does (my eyes are constantly scanning the area for them) and I have to turn him around and walk the other way.

Practising not barking at passers-by at the window, current success rate – 50%

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Mooching about at the park

Scampi park 2

Relaxing after a hard day of play

Scampi patio

Wednesday, 12th September 2018 at 8:07 am 4 comments

Spring

We had more snow over the weekend. This was my garden at 7am on Sunday morning.Β  There are flattened, buried mini daffodils to the right of the path

Early morning

The chickens refused to leave their shed

Chickens snow

These are the daffodils three days later. Just 8 inches tall and they refused to let snow defeat them

Defiant daffodils

The chickens have started laying again and I have customers waiting for their eggs. Oh I do love a few extra pennies in my pocket πŸ˜€

Eggs
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A photo of my handsome boy – just because

Handsome boy

Wednesday, 21st March 2018 at 8:28 am Leave a comment

Still Exhausted!

I can’t believe it’s been over a month since my last post! I also haven’t read anyone else’s posts, though it’s not through lack of trying. I have kept up with a forum I’ve used for years – I sneak on there first thing in the morning, while the house is quiet and Scampi Dog is still dozing. Once everyone’s gone off to work, I do a bit of housework, walk the dog, more housework, play with the dog, then he lies down for a sleep. I make a coffee and just as I sit down to drink it and log in here, he’s up again πŸ˜€

Dog training was two steps forwards and one step back for a while, which I expected, then a local cat decided to spend most of her time in next door’s front garden, in full view of my hall window. Scampi kicks off when he sees any cat, but he really hates this one and stands at the window and barks and barks and barks……. He forgets everything he’s been taught when he spots this cat and he’s wound up for hours afterwards, he spends the rest of the day going to the window to see if the cat’s there. It’s like all that training hasn’t happened. I can’t block his access to this window (I can to every other window in the house – why did that cat have to choose THAT spot?!) so I’ve been trying to train him to stay away. Fail. I’ve taken the easy, lazy way out I’m afraid – I’ve taped material to the window frame. That’ll do til I can sort out something permanent. I had no idea that hearing constant barking, then the constant tellings off, could leave me so tired πŸ˜€

The view from the window has been blocked for two days and I have peace! The window looks awful but I don’t care πŸ˜€ We had a routine going before Cat Stress, hopefully I can get back to it now. I will have time to sit and read my book, do a bit of crochet and flit about on the internet. I found more bits of yarn, added them to my Bits Basket and made a blanket for Scampi. It’s meant to be – and is mostly! – a semi-circle, it’s the first one I’ve made and I must’ve miscounted the stitches slighty, the straight edge isn’t πŸ˜€ Trying to get him to sit still and pose is impossible so I’ve quickly snapped these two photos

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I’ve still got lots of bits left, so I started this (for the dog, again!) but had to abandon it while the Cat Stress took over. I’ll get back to it later today. Just as I took this photo, he grabbed the yarn and made off with it, a second later and the blanket was ruffled and I’d have only managed to capture about a quarter of it, lol

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Wednesday, 27th May 2015 at 12:54 pm 11 comments

Exhausted!

I’m completely worn out! I knew what to expect when Scampi moved in and pretty much everything was put on hold while he learned to trust us. Knowing what to expect and knowing how it will feel are two completely different things – I’ve had two babies so I know this but I was still surprised πŸ˜€ As his confidence grew, he didn’t feel the need to be my shadow quite so much, but all this meant was that I had time to eat and do a bit of housework in peace πŸ˜€ Now, he’ll happily lie in the sun in the garden while I get on with things. Occasionally he pops in and checks I’m still around, then wanders off to chew a stick or find his ball so we can play. He also gives me a look which says β€œDon’t you DARE shut the back door while I’m out here” πŸ˜€ We have a routine now, and I have time to pick up my crochet hook and make something.

Sleeping

So, I DID pick up my favourite hook – I’ve had it for years and I have no idea where it came from. It’s just always been in my sewing box, unused. It says size 3.50 but I have a set of newer hooks – it’s a bit bigger than the 3.50 and smaller than the 4.0. So we’ll just call it 3.75 πŸ˜€ The basket of bits has been brought back out and put on the coffee table. The hook has been placed in the basket. And that’s as far as I’ve got.

Yarn basket

Thursday, 23rd April 2015 at 6:01 pm 7 comments

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