Saturday, December 27, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
On Wednesday we had a run in (again) with a black male labrador at the field by the mooring basin who just appeared and just went into attack mode. I grabbed Ben and put him on his lead and tried to keep the black beasty away until its owner arrived. She said it wouldn't bite even though it was snarling at Ben and not to worry, but as it was the second time it had had a go at Ben when he was just playing ball, I decided to play safe and keep him on his lead until she was gone. We then continued our ball throwing without any further incidents.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Sunday, December 07, 2008
What did I do when he was away you ask? Well Ben and I enjoyed lots of long walks and ball playing sessions in the field by the marina basin. On Wednesday we had a surprise on our walk when fellow blogger Greygal came by on NB Greyhound. She had ground to a halt by a bridge hole so we had a quick chat before she reversed back and managed to get on her way again. She said she was going nowhere fast which is not unusual against the flow on this section of the Llangollen Canal. As usual Ben the dog was recognised before me but it's not surprising as I was disguised with woolly hat, scarf, gloves and several layers of clothes. I didn't see her five greyhounds they must have been all inside. They were travelling up to the basin to get some water and get rid of the rubbish. They must have decided to stay the night as they passed our moored boat on Thursday morning going a bit quicker this time with the flow rather than against it. Greygal waved goodbye and said we'll no doubt see you again.
Ben had a fright yesterday as he hates the sound of guns. He was freaking out and dragging Eric back to the boat so hard so he had to let him off his lead. Ben arrived back on the boat without Eric who returned several minutes later. He slept most of the evening to get over his fright- Ben the dog not Eric! This morning he'd forgotten all about and we walked as far as Sun Trevor along a very scrunchy icey towpath. We got back in time to cook lunch and Ben had another sleep- what a life!