Bobby
So Sharon and Mark pick us up today from the kennels in Northumberland after they’ve been sunning themselves in Kefalonia whilst looking for their new home. We’re so pleased to see them, that we practically throw ourselves at them and then make a mad dash to the car (not forgetting to leave our signatures on the buddleia bush) in case they change their mind and take us back to the kennels. It's good to get out of there. The Kennel Commandant waves goodbye to us. If we could just get our teeth into her… They don’t take us straight home though, they take us up to Longhoughton, on the Northumberland coast, for a run on the beach.
Bobs… "Come on..come on.. Where’s the ball - I don’t think they’ve realised that I’ve completely lost my voice by barking continuously for a week in the kennels! I’m trying to bark but nothing comes out. What sort of Jack Russell doesn’t have a bark? It’s embarrassing. My throat is a bit on the sore side too. Still… running on the beach is great. They’ve brought a ball with them …Yay….I’ve had withdrawl symptoms. Not content in running me ragged (they must realise I’m under the weather), they insist on practically drowning me to “get me clean”. I know I’m not a big fan of the kennels, but it’s not like they bed me down at night in a thick layer of my own poop. I’m now drenched, freezing cold, have a very sore throat and it’s a long walk, no make that run, (due to my short legs) back to the car."
Rocky
Rocky… "At last, back to normality. For God’s sake.. I’m coming up 12 and they stick me in kennels at my age. Bobby has been barking incessantly since we were dumped at the kennels one week ago. At last now he’s lost his voice - may it continue forever…
It’s great to have a run on the beach. I’m used to being on a lead. The beach is the only place I have a bit of freedom. I know, I know, if I was off the lead I’d run away. I can’t help it my ears are over sensitive. If a gunshot goes off 5 mile away it seems like it’s been directed down my ear canal. It’s not just gunshots though - cars backfiring, nutters on motorbikes who insist on hammering the accelerator just when they pass by, aeroplanes with their reverse thrusters - just to name a few. The beaches up here at Howick are my safe haven. I can run and run and run to my heart’s content. I like rounding Bobby up too. It’s a control thing. Bobby takes some rounding up though. He’s constantly running for the ball. I need to get him sorted, in the pen so to speak!
I have to own up to something. I’ve been trying to drown Bobby ever since he arrived on the scene. The little git gets on my nerves. When the ball goes in the water, I swim out, pick it up and swim further and further out, then drop the ball. Bobby then has to swim quite a way to retrieve it. Unfortunately he’s not a bad swimmer. He has a long tail which he uses as a rudder. I’m sure Cesar Milan has had him in his pool at some time in his life! It’s been 6 years though and he’s still around, making my life a misery.
Well it seems that they've found a villa on Kefalonia - You just know what that means.....they'll be buying a camper van. It's a 2000+ miles journey to Kefalonia and yes - we'll be riding in it!!!!"
It’s great to have a run on the beach. I’m used to being on a lead. The beach is the only place I have a bit of freedom. I know, I know, if I was off the lead I’d run away. I can’t help it my ears are over sensitive. If a gunshot goes off 5 mile away it seems like it’s been directed down my ear canal. It’s not just gunshots though - cars backfiring, nutters on motorbikes who insist on hammering the accelerator just when they pass by, aeroplanes with their reverse thrusters - just to name a few. The beaches up here at Howick are my safe haven. I can run and run and run to my heart’s content. I like rounding Bobby up too. It’s a control thing. Bobby takes some rounding up though. He’s constantly running for the ball. I need to get him sorted, in the pen so to speak!
I have to own up to something. I’ve been trying to drown Bobby ever since he arrived on the scene. The little git gets on my nerves. When the ball goes in the water, I swim out, pick it up and swim further and further out, then drop the ball. Bobby then has to swim quite a way to retrieve it. Unfortunately he’s not a bad swimmer. He has a long tail which he uses as a rudder. I’m sure Cesar Milan has had him in his pool at some time in his life! It’s been 6 years though and he’s still around, making my life a misery.
Well it seems that they've found a villa on Kefalonia - You just know what that means.....they'll be buying a camper van. It's a 2000+ miles journey to Kefalonia and yes - we'll be riding in it!!!!"
On reflection - the kennels didn't seem that bad really!
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