Leighton Buzzard, Grand Union Canal
We've been out of touch for a couple of days because Dad couldn't get his dongle to work again...I don't know if its connected, but the dongle problem seems to happen when he's been making a lot of 'empties' the night before.................
Anyway, we went out on a 'nature ramble' yesterday; its nice to get out into the fresh air, and Dad needs to be exercised a couple of times a day or he'll seize up. Mums got a telescope thing on the shelf out the back that she got for Christmas, and she can look at all sorts of tiny things that she can't see with her normal glasses. So she was picking up stuff off the path to take back, like bits of feathers, leaves and dead bug things.
I found something that I thought was interesting; I had a quick roll in it so I could take it back with me. It actually smelled rather good, but obviously not to Mum, who said I had to stay out the back until I had dried off, which I rather think defeated the whole point of the exercise.
While we were out, I had to answer the call of nature, (as one does..), and Dad had to pick it up with the bag things that he always carries. (This ritual is always accompanied by him saying 'What have you been eating?'......a pointless question surely, when he's the one that puts it in my bowl!!). Anyway, whilst he was picking it up, a lady in a posh boat went past and said ' I didn't think people did that sort of thing anymore', Dad said that he hadn't, it had been me that had done it.........I couldn't quite hear what she said after that because she was busy driving her boat into the mud.
We'll talk again soon
xx Beau
Monday, 29 April 2013
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Milton Keynes, Grand Union Canal
Phew!! what a scorcher......I'm not used to all this sunshine, spent most of the day tring to stay cool, (though I think I'm pretty cool anyway).
Dad was determined to keep cool by 'getting his legs out'...Mum told him not to because Milton Keynes has got laws against 'pendages' being displayed in public places. I'm not sure what a 'pendage' is, but Dads got two of them and apparently, they're best kept hidden.
Mum and Dad went shopping and left me in charge of the boat, for which I'm rewarded with a dried bicuit, designed to look like a sausage roll but isn't.
Dad came back with some bottles that he keeps behind his chair, and every so often he opens some and turns them into something called 'empties'...then he throws them away. A strange ritual, but it seems to make him happy, and he has a 'lie-in' the next day.
It was Dads turn to cook the tea, but I think he made such a mess of the kitchen last time, that Mum made him cook it outside. He started by filling a bucket with small black bits which he set fire to, and then he chopped up some meat and put that on top of the bucket as well.
After about 20 minutes he took the meat out of the bucket but it looked the same colour as the stuff he had put into the bucket before he set fire to it.
I'm wondering why he didn't just put the original black bits onto the dinner plates to start with....it would have been quicker, and Mum wouldn't have had to pinch some of my cooked chicken to go with the salad.
xx Beau
Phew!! what a scorcher......I'm not used to all this sunshine, spent most of the day tring to stay cool, (though I think I'm pretty cool anyway).
Dad was determined to keep cool by 'getting his legs out'...Mum told him not to because Milton Keynes has got laws against 'pendages' being displayed in public places. I'm not sure what a 'pendage' is, but Dads got two of them and apparently, they're best kept hidden.
Mum and Dad went shopping and left me in charge of the boat, for which I'm rewarded with a dried bicuit, designed to look like a sausage roll but isn't.
Dad came back with some bottles that he keeps behind his chair, and every so often he opens some and turns them into something called 'empties'...then he throws them away. A strange ritual, but it seems to make him happy, and he has a 'lie-in' the next day.
It was Dads turn to cook the tea, but I think he made such a mess of the kitchen last time, that Mum made him cook it outside. He started by filling a bucket with small black bits which he set fire to, and then he chopped up some meat and put that on top of the bucket as well.
After about 20 minutes he took the meat out of the bucket but it looked the same colour as the stuff he had put into the bucket before he set fire to it.
I'm wondering why he didn't just put the original black bits onto the dinner plates to start with....it would have been quicker, and Mum wouldn't have had to pinch some of my cooked chicken to go with the salad.
xx Beau
Saturday, 20 April 2013
Stoke Bruerne, Northants; Grand Union Canal
We've had a few windy days lately, and Dads driving hasn't been that good. We keep bumping into things, but Dad says that it doesn't matter 'because it needs painting anyway'. I'm not sure if he means our boat, or the ones he's been hitting.
One thing I have noticed is that the further we get away from Stratford, the bigger the dogs are. We went past a farm the other day where the black & white sheepdogs are so big that they are kept in fields. Mum said that they were freezuns, but it wasn't that cold out.......
The sheep round here don't seem to show me the respect I deserve either, time was that I could growl at them through a fence and they would run off taking their babies with them. I tried the old power trick the other day and they charged at the fence..........took me quite aback.
I'm either losing my touch, speaking the wrong language or there's something a bit more sinister happening; Dad always said that if all the sheep in England decide to swarm we'd be in trouble....and this could be the start.
I'll let you know
xx Beau
We've had a few windy days lately, and Dads driving hasn't been that good. We keep bumping into things, but Dad says that it doesn't matter 'because it needs painting anyway'. I'm not sure if he means our boat, or the ones he's been hitting.
One thing I have noticed is that the further we get away from Stratford, the bigger the dogs are. We went past a farm the other day where the black & white sheepdogs are so big that they are kept in fields. Mum said that they were freezuns, but it wasn't that cold out.......
The sheep round here don't seem to show me the respect I deserve either, time was that I could growl at them through a fence and they would run off taking their babies with them. I tried the old power trick the other day and they charged at the fence..........took me quite aback.
I'm either losing my touch, speaking the wrong language or there's something a bit more sinister happening; Dad always said that if all the sheep in England decide to swarm we'd be in trouble....and this could be the start.
I'll let you know
xx Beau
Tuesday, 16 April 2013
Buckby Bottom Lock, Grand Union Canal
Yesterday was pretty traumatic for such a sensitive soul; we had to go up some locks, which is OK, and I've done it before...Dad says its just like going up a watery staircase, very poetic, but I still don't like it much.
I normally have to stay on the boat and the sound of all that rushing water makes me want a wee, and I know that there won't be a p-mail stop until we've done the last one.
When we finally got back onto the flat, we started speeding up and I don't know what Dad was thinking of, but we headed at full speed into a big black hole that someone had made in the side of the hill. I've seen these things before, and I KNOW that trains come out of them ever so fast....
What would happen if we met one......
What would happen if one caught us up.......
What would happen if one tried to overtake on a corner, and there was another one coming........
I decided to sit inside and cuddled Mum, because I knew that secretly, she was as worried as I was.
The big black hole was very dark, it was damp, it smelled like Dads socks when he's been wearing his wellies, and it seemed to go on for ages.
Just when I thought that we were going to make it, a bright light came shining through the window, even with my eyes shut I could still see it, getting brighter and brighter, getting nearer and nearer, I could hear the noise getting louder and louder.........I knew that it was going to end here, in this dark, damp place that smelled of Dads socks, with so much of my life still unlived...
Blinded by the oncoming light, blood pounding in my ears.....all the past episodes of 'One Man and His Dog' flashed before my eyes, right back to the ones where Phil Drabble had hair....
Then I could hear a voice calling me from far away, echoing slightly...............
Beau!!... Wake up!! do you want to go out for a walk or are you going to lie on that bed all day??
xx Beau
Yesterday was pretty traumatic for such a sensitive soul; we had to go up some locks, which is OK, and I've done it before...Dad says its just like going up a watery staircase, very poetic, but I still don't like it much.
I normally have to stay on the boat and the sound of all that rushing water makes me want a wee, and I know that there won't be a p-mail stop until we've done the last one.
When we finally got back onto the flat, we started speeding up and I don't know what Dad was thinking of, but we headed at full speed into a big black hole that someone had made in the side of the hill. I've seen these things before, and I KNOW that trains come out of them ever so fast....
What would happen if we met one......
What would happen if one caught us up.......
What would happen if one tried to overtake on a corner, and there was another one coming........
I decided to sit inside and cuddled Mum, because I knew that secretly, she was as worried as I was.
The big black hole was very dark, it was damp, it smelled like Dads socks when he's been wearing his wellies, and it seemed to go on for ages.
Just when I thought that we were going to make it, a bright light came shining through the window, even with my eyes shut I could still see it, getting brighter and brighter, getting nearer and nearer, I could hear the noise getting louder and louder.........I knew that it was going to end here, in this dark, damp place that smelled of Dads socks, with so much of my life still unlived...
Blinded by the oncoming light, blood pounding in my ears.....all the past episodes of 'One Man and His Dog' flashed before my eyes, right back to the ones where Phil Drabble had hair....
Then I could hear a voice calling me from far away, echoing slightly...............
Beau!!... Wake up!! do you want to go out for a walk or are you going to lie on that bed all day??
xx Beau
Sunday, 14 April 2013
Braunston, Grand Union Canal
Apparently, it's the first time that Dads turned right at this place....Mum said you can tell that by the way he hit the side when he parked the boat.
As usual, we're parked not far from a pub, which has pleased Dad because the sign says it does something called 2 for 1, and he's hoping that means more beer for less money.
We're surrounded by noisy sheep; there must be hundreds.... but am I allowed to play with them?.. not on your life.. I was born for this, I can tell.....there's more than enough to go round, and there's little ones too who can run ever so fast.
Dad said that if I got into the field, the farmer would shoot me, but I can't see that happening with all that lamb around to eat first....
Talking of which Dad and Mum are back from the pub with some scraps that were left over from the 2 for 1.
Dads quite merry....something about not being able to come to Braunston without getting pickled... he thinks that's a joke, but Mums not laughing.
Got to go and check on the dinner bowl
xx Beau
Apparently, it's the first time that Dads turned right at this place....Mum said you can tell that by the way he hit the side when he parked the boat.
As usual, we're parked not far from a pub, which has pleased Dad because the sign says it does something called 2 for 1, and he's hoping that means more beer for less money.
We're surrounded by noisy sheep; there must be hundreds.... but am I allowed to play with them?.. not on your life.. I was born for this, I can tell.....there's more than enough to go round, and there's little ones too who can run ever so fast.
Dad said that if I got into the field, the farmer would shoot me, but I can't see that happening with all that lamb around to eat first....
Talking of which Dad and Mum are back from the pub with some scraps that were left over from the 2 for 1.
Dads quite merry....something about not being able to come to Braunston without getting pickled... he thinks that's a joke, but Mums not laughing.
Got to go and check on the dinner bowl
xx Beau
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
Flecknoe Fields, Grand Union Canal
Had a really good day yesterday, but Dad didn't......we were going along for ages and I really needed to stop to sort out some p-mail and leave some messages of my own. Dad said we had to keep going because we (he) wanted to get to a place called Long Itchington....(I thought that the vet gave me some cream for that a while ago). Anyway we finally got there and I could tell he was happy 'cos we'd managed to get a parking place quite near to another pub.
I got off the boat with Mum and we walked along past the pub and it was shut!!! A man on a boat with a dog like me, only much fatter, said that it had been closed since November last year, so I guess the chips would have been cold anyway.
Dad was grumpy for the rest of the day, but I cheered him up by taking him for a walk back the way we had come because I'd seen some Christmas decorations in the trees and bushes and although they were old, I thought that they looked quite pretty. They seem to have been made from plastic bags of all different colours, black, pink, green and some see-through, and all of them had little presents inside, so somebody had spent a lot of money just to make the towpath look festive.
The man who had his boat parked behind us had a big cockerel in a cage by the path, I don't know what he had it for but dad said it was how they did 'chicken-in-a-basket' round here, but I don't know what that meant.
Today wasn't such a good day 'cos we went past a woman who had three dogs like me (only fatter). They were tied to her waist with ropes and they seemed to be pulling her along. She said that she walked 80 miles a week with them so I don't know why they were so fat. She told Mum that I was a very nice looking Collie, but she thought that I had the looks of a bitch!!!! . For a start, I hadn't even said a word to her, and even if I had, there was no need for that sort of language, especially from someone who treats her collies like huskies.......
Had a really good day yesterday, but Dad didn't......we were going along for ages and I really needed to stop to sort out some p-mail and leave some messages of my own. Dad said we had to keep going because we (he) wanted to get to a place called Long Itchington....(I thought that the vet gave me some cream for that a while ago). Anyway we finally got there and I could tell he was happy 'cos we'd managed to get a parking place quite near to another pub.
I got off the boat with Mum and we walked along past the pub and it was shut!!! A man on a boat with a dog like me, only much fatter, said that it had been closed since November last year, so I guess the chips would have been cold anyway.
Dad was grumpy for the rest of the day, but I cheered him up by taking him for a walk back the way we had come because I'd seen some Christmas decorations in the trees and bushes and although they were old, I thought that they looked quite pretty. They seem to have been made from plastic bags of all different colours, black, pink, green and some see-through, and all of them had little presents inside, so somebody had spent a lot of money just to make the towpath look festive.
The man who had his boat parked behind us had a big cockerel in a cage by the path, I don't know what he had it for but dad said it was how they did 'chicken-in-a-basket' round here, but I don't know what that meant.
Today wasn't such a good day 'cos we went past a woman who had three dogs like me (only fatter). They were tied to her waist with ropes and they seemed to be pulling her along. She said that she walked 80 miles a week with them so I don't know why they were so fat. She told Mum that I was a very nice looking Collie, but she thought that I had the looks of a bitch!!!! . For a start, I hadn't even said a word to her, and even if I had, there was no need for that sort of language, especially from someone who treats her collies like huskies.......
Monday, 8 April 2013
Radford Semele, Grand Union Canal
At last, we're back out into the countryside with all the smells and stuff to roll in that you just don't get in the towns. There was a particularly pleasant smell near one of the locks, but Dad knew what I was going to do and dragged me away before I had time to dab it behind my ears.......
Got into a bit of trouble today when I was off the boat....I heard a lot of screaming and shouting, and thinking that someone was in need of assistance, naturally went to help. I think that Mum was shouting something, but my ears were flat and I couldn't hear properly.
Anyway all was well, and apparently, nobody in the playground needed my help, so I went back.
Honestly, the look I got from Mum could have curdled my biscuits and gravy....you try and do a good turn and what do you get.???
We went through a place called Leamington today, and I was really confused; apparently, the people who live here are so poor that they can't afford dustbins and have to put all of their rubbish into the water. On the other hand they seem to be so well off that they can afford to throw perfectly good bikes, prams and mattresses into it too.
Dad didn't understand it either 'cos he kept on shaking his head and making the boat go backwards so that he could collect some more of it round the spinny thing and take it all the way to London. I think he's going down some sort of hatch tomorrow to make sure its all tied on nice and tight......
Must go know because I've just heard that its dinner time and all this fresh air has made me hungry.
XX Beau
At last, we're back out into the countryside with all the smells and stuff to roll in that you just don't get in the towns. There was a particularly pleasant smell near one of the locks, but Dad knew what I was going to do and dragged me away before I had time to dab it behind my ears.......
Got into a bit of trouble today when I was off the boat....I heard a lot of screaming and shouting, and thinking that someone was in need of assistance, naturally went to help. I think that Mum was shouting something, but my ears were flat and I couldn't hear properly.
Anyway all was well, and apparently, nobody in the playground needed my help, so I went back.
Honestly, the look I got from Mum could have curdled my biscuits and gravy....you try and do a good turn and what do you get.???
We went through a place called Leamington today, and I was really confused; apparently, the people who live here are so poor that they can't afford dustbins and have to put all of their rubbish into the water. On the other hand they seem to be so well off that they can afford to throw perfectly good bikes, prams and mattresses into it too.
Dad didn't understand it either 'cos he kept on shaking his head and making the boat go backwards so that he could collect some more of it round the spinny thing and take it all the way to London. I think he's going down some sort of hatch tomorrow to make sure its all tied on nice and tight......
Must go know because I've just heard that its dinner time and all this fresh air has made me hungry.
XX Beau
Thursday, 4 April 2013
Turners Green; Grand Union Canal
This is madness...........went outside to pick up my morning p-mail and post a couple of blogs, and its snowing sideways!! The only entertainment round here is barking at the sheep on the other side of the fence and even they are ignoring me because they have got their own sheepdog to play with. I met him this morning and he's a bit of a rough character, not well socialised like what I are.
Dad says we're cruising, but my instincts say its a pub crawl....day before last we stopped outside of a pub that used to be famous for its pies, but not any more. They had an alsation and a labrador, but I wasn't allowed to visit. Last night we stopped outside of a pub 'cos Dad said he couldn't drive any further,....... what's the betting that when we do get going again, it'll only be as far as the next pub?
Apparently, we're supposed to be heading for London; I don't know how many pubs there are along the way, but I've a feeling that I'm gonna be stuck on this boat for a while yet.
I'm going back to bed to curl up into a small pathetic ball.......going for sympathy and a biscuit.
xx Beau
This is madness...........went outside to pick up my morning p-mail and post a couple of blogs, and its snowing sideways!! The only entertainment round here is barking at the sheep on the other side of the fence and even they are ignoring me because they have got their own sheepdog to play with. I met him this morning and he's a bit of a rough character, not well socialised like what I are.
Dad says we're cruising, but my instincts say its a pub crawl....day before last we stopped outside of a pub that used to be famous for its pies, but not any more. They had an alsation and a labrador, but I wasn't allowed to visit. Last night we stopped outside of a pub 'cos Dad said he couldn't drive any further,....... what's the betting that when we do get going again, it'll only be as far as the next pub?
Apparently, we're supposed to be heading for London; I don't know how many pubs there are along the way, but I've a feeling that I'm gonna be stuck on this boat for a while yet.
I'm going back to bed to curl up into a small pathetic ball.......going for sympathy and a biscuit.
xx Beau
Monday, 1 April 2013
Location: Wootton Wawen, Stratford Canal
Well, so much for the grand 'get-away-from-it-all'. Mum and Dad went out last night and Dad got 'Ruddled'. I'm not sure what it actually is, but its affected his balance, his head hurts, and he smells funny. It seems that he's not allowed to ask Mum for sympathy either, which seems to be a bit unfair as he doesn't look well.
Anyway, it appears that our adventure is on hold at least for today, which I don't really mind, because there is a plentiful supply of ducks that need sorting out, I've got a nice warm bed, and Mum got me a bone for being a good boy, which is more than can be said for Dad............. I didn't know owners could live in 'dog-houses' too!!
XX Beau
Well, so much for the grand 'get-away-from-it-all'. Mum and Dad went out last night and Dad got 'Ruddled'. I'm not sure what it actually is, but its affected his balance, his head hurts, and he smells funny. It seems that he's not allowed to ask Mum for sympathy either, which seems to be a bit unfair as he doesn't look well.
Anyway, it appears that our adventure is on hold at least for today, which I don't really mind, because there is a plentiful supply of ducks that need sorting out, I've got a nice warm bed, and Mum got me a bone for being a good boy, which is more than can be said for Dad............. I didn't know owners could live in 'dog-houses' too!!
XX Beau
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