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 My new friends We made a trip to West Wales today. K bought a trailer to go with his other toys. You know little boys never grow up, don’t you? The toys just get bigger. We collies don’t grow up, either. But my tennis balls and sticks are just fine the size they are. My friend Tansy has a bed full of soft toys. I have one or two, but nothing really compares with sticks for me, however little they are.
I made some new friends today. Cara and her family threw a stick for me until I was pretty tired. It made the day worthwhile.
Our journey home was quite nice, with the sunlight fading, in readiness for the wet and windy weather coming. I suppose that means that we will be waiting for the bad weather to go away before I get a chance to flop down in muddy pools in the woods – just one of my sweet little tricks.
K’s dear old mother died in December, aged nearly 97. She was always pleased to see me, and I liked her. She had been ill in hospital for nearly two months, but came home for her last few days. K’s brother lives at the same address, and we like each other, so it’s still good.
We made a short trip to Much Wenlock in Shropshire today for the first time. Even K hasn’t been there before. The countryside was lovely, and Much Wenlock was a pretty place. Some very nice people sold K a stove for our lounge.
 Stove is hiding in the car ... with me. Rivershore Stoves, Much Wenlock, in Shropshire. He brought it home and wrestled it into the house and up to the raised hearth. I found it worrying, as I do many little things. I kept hopping from one sofa to the other, but that didn’t help, so I have sloped off upstairs to bed (where I am typing this in the dark). I might go downstairs again when K starts watching the television news or one of those excellent programmes he likes watching on a German television channel. Last night’s was full of guns and bombs, which used to freak me, but don’t these days. K doing clever things to lift the new stove was much worse.
We then drove up the road to a car park on Wenlock Edge and both had a little run. K was trying to remember what Vaughan Williams song cycle On Wenlock Edge sounded like, but couldn’t remember, as he isn’t much keen on VW’s music.
We met Larry and his owner this morning for the first time for months.
I like a little paddle in the (filthy) ditches and the lake in the woods, and I like chasing my ball and little sticks.
Larry, on the other hand loves swimming in the lake (we collies don’t), and he goes for as big a stick as he can find.
You can see all of the Larry pictures in my photo gallery (the link is in the column on the right).
Meanwhile I was….
Happy new year everyone.
I have a confession to make, and a New Year’s Resolution.
My confession is that K has being doing my typing for me, until now.
And my resolution is that, now my typing is sufficiently skillful, I shall be doing it all myself from now on.
It is my birthday today, and K and I have done some nice things, visiting and entertaining friends.
Thank you for your good wishes.
We met Georgie and Larry at the woods this morning. I don’t usually take a lot of notice of other dogs, as my main preoccupation is chasing my tennis ball. Larry was more interested in chasing a stick, too, so we passed as ships(?) in the night(day? – pah – surely I can think up something more poetic than that). K says I am his social passport. I get the impression he is quite good enough at talking to people anyway, but I’ll take his word for it. We have a lovely time each day, usually in the same woods. I am so fit that the extra food he gives me (when I ask for it, which is frequently) doesn’t make me overweight. K says my rippling muscles (all the running I do) make me look like Gertie Schwarzenegger.
We went to Stratford-upon-Avon last week with friends who visited the three Shakespeare locations. We also met up with friends who live by the canal, one of whom, Jemima, is a furrier version of me. It was fun. We went for a short trip on the canal. Canal boats are fun (and stylish) for dogs.
K went to Germany at the weekend for the wedding of a friend. He parked me with a nice friend, J, who was really pleased to see me. I might have missed K more, but J and I had so much to do that the time was soon gone, and we got really tired from a couple of lovely long walks. K picked me up late on Monday, and said Germany was really nice, and he hopes we shall go together next time. I have a pet passport, which, so far, doesn’t have my picture in it. I think I will just put the URL of my Gertie’s Diary into the picture space, and let any interested party find loads of pictures and chat. I am sure I can learn to bark in German.
Not mine, thank goodness, nor K’s. A long-time friend of K died last week, and we went to the funeral today. Well, K did, and he chats to me all the time, so I know what is going on. Then there were jolly greetings with friends he hasn’t seen for – years, some of them. I waited in the car, and after not too long, K brought three jolly nice friends to meet me. They were mostly dressed in black, which I thought was rather smart, as that’s how I dress, too, except for my pretty multi-coloured collar.
I seem to be collecting Golden Retriever friends, of late. I haven’t seen my friend Jemima for some weeks. We are slightly stand-offish friends, because she is female, and when she takes up a lot of the back seat, I don’t feel as generous as I do with my NEW FRIEND Elgar.
Now, Elgar is just my cup of tea. Or, in more modern jargon, he is in just the right ball-park, but unfortunately, someone has parked his somewhere else, and all my in-your-face (literally) approaches don’t cut much ice.
Still, we snuggle up on the back seat of the car and it’s nice. K thinks he is dead funny, just because he tells (silent) dog jokes with a dead-pan face. K thinks he would be a good ventriloquist’s dummy. Unfortunately, K wouldn’t be a very good ventriloquist, partly because he is such a chatterbox. K likes both Jemima and Elgar very much.
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