It’s me, Arthur. Do you know, I had another gettoopenthings day. Just like that Christmas thing we had not to long ago apart from only I got to open things! It was called My Birthday. Now I am two years old and all grown up. I still get called puppy though, no matter how big I get.
I didn’t get anything to celebrate. And I got less dinner, because I am on a diet apparently. I looked in Arthur’s bowl and he got more than me. More more than he usually gets, which is a lot more!
We had a busy weekend, spending the whole day with our Dad and Squiggly with no Mum around. She went off to judge OTHER dogs doing agility. Then the next day we got up early and went to an agility show ourselves. I got spooked about the weird getting up early and tried not to go. I hid. But Mum made me go and I liked it once we got there. I even won a trophy for one of my runs and I got treats after all of them! I have had a bad leg so Mum was pretty pleased with me.
Arthur had his first show and he did ok I guess. But he didn’t get any trophies!
We did get to go to the beach, so I guess that is something. But really, I should have had a cake. Don’t you think?
Last weekend we had a very important walk at one of our favourite places. It was the longest walk we have done for quite some time and we carried something very special with us.
We went to Ennerdale to scatter TND’s Mum’s ashes. She passed a few years ago and TND wanted to walk around the lake with her as it was a favourite place of hers. First, I think, we just weren’t ready to let her go and then Ludo got cancer, just as she did. Then Arthur was too young to go on such a long walk and then Squiggly came along and it felt right that we should wait to all go together.
We walked a lot in quietude and sometimes we talked about Mum, about Squiggly, about the place we were walking in and the people we passed. It was nice. I realised that we are getting to that stage where we can talk about her with fondness and that lump of regret for how quickly and unfairly she was taken is taking a back seat to the memories of her life and her place in ours. I don’t think the lump will ever go, but I think it’s getting smaller.
I said to Squiggly as he was carried around the lake by his Dad that he also carried a part of his Grandma in him and so she was never really gone. We carry our loved ones with us. In our genes, in our memories and minds, we keep them alive as we think of them and they shape our actions.
As we walked we passed groups of scouts out also walking around the lake. They were sitting, eating their lunch and we thought of Ludo.
We laughed about how he would have been mugging them for sandwiches. Thinking ‘ah, a nice bunch of chumps for me to turn my cuteness onto.’ He loved walks where we stopped for lunch. TND used to make him his own sandwich. No wonder Ludo loved him straight away when he joined as as ‘The New Person’ in our lives.
I carry my baby. We carry him, not just so we can go on long walks. Squiggly needs to be close sometimes. Lots of times! I like to think that he’s returning the favour. Wherever he goes I go now.
I hope he takes me to some interesting places. Hopefully we’ll get to take him to lots first.
Ages ago, Ben, from Mucky Boots and Flawless Paws. Invited me to join in with the Black and White photo challenge he was doing. Because I am black and white!
I was just born this way. I didn’t have to do anything special. I do like being black and white because I stand out nicely against the landscape when I am playing Where’s Arthur. Apparently it is the most common colour of border collie and that makes me a classic. It was very nice of my pawrents to make me this colour, especially when peoples do fancy things to their photos to make them just like me. Don’t you think?
Anyway, thank you to Ben for inviting me. I do like being invited to things because then I get to go places. Places are the best! I haven’t done the challenge the proper way, because we don’t blog that often and you are not supposed to say words with the pictures. Arran says I am being a rebel. But I am not really very rebellious. I like to do what I am told and to be a Good Boy.
I got Mum to help me make my photos look just like me. All black and white. And grey!
I picked photos that show off my character.
That about sums me up, I think! Except, there are no ballies in the photo.
If you would like to do the challenge too, please do. Ben did a different picture each day, so maybe you could do it that way if you like.
Well, the boys would never admit to having any flaws, but to take a leaf out of the politicians in this country, I think we should be ‘fair and transparent’.
The post about watching Arthur grow might have been a bit deceptive in making you think that Arthur and Arran were perfectly behaved each week. I was just clearing out some old SD cards that were full up and thought I should share this small sample of the many takes it took to get the growth photos. Part of the reason I stopped is that our very own TNP photographer got fed up with taking them! Can you believe it?
Arthur is about to pounce at me in all of these.
Arran would like to point out that he is being a ‘good boy’ in all of them and it wasn’t really fair that he still only got one treat.
In other news, Squiggly is officially on the move. Which means he can get into all kinds of trouble and requires a bit more attention. I’ll try and get round to reading some blogs for the boys soon!
We didn’t have the blog at Christmas, but you don’t want to know how many takes this one took!
Welcome to Where are we Wednesday! It’s me, little Scamp, to tell you!
We went to a place that Mum still had to tick off her ‘Cumbrian bucket list’ of famous places in Cumbria. Mum is not from Cumbria originally so there are lots of things she hasn’t done yet. Can you guess where we are going? Click the read more thingy to find out!
Now about being little… we thought you might like to see some photos of Arthur growing. Mum stopped taking them after he’d got bigger than me. As you can see, I am smiling whilst he is smaller than me. But not once I realised he was going to be bigger! He was a lot easier to keep under paw when he was small. Although now I can walk right under him without touching, which is handy too.
As you can see, he also grew some spots on his legs. Mum calls them naughty spots and I agree. Although Mum says I am still the most Scampish.
Some of our family think he was a very serious looking puppy and because of his black and white suit he looked like a school boy. Although he is very good at learning (Mum says he is something called earnest) he is not really very serious. He was quite goofy and clumsy actually. But he does like to get things right which is why he is concentrating a lot in these photos.