A Mixed Bag is how I'd describe October so far. This is because it's so far mainly contained a weekend, and weekends can be hit-and-miss in terms of how much Poppy and I get out and about.
You'd think having all the family home would mean more walks not fewer, but alas it doesn't translate that way. Mum and Dad are up and out early running and the teens are fast asleep in bed until they get home, and then they spend the afternoon doing dull things like shopping for furniture in places Poppy and I aren't allowed to go, or pottering in the garden where we've already spent the entire morning anyway.
This past weekend is a case in point. Saturday, despite the terrible weather, they left the house soon after eight so that mum could run a Parkrun and dad could be a marshal. Mum says I have to tell you all that she did her best time yet, under 25 minutes, despite the pouring rain. She was listening to music so she didn't have to hear all the heavy rasping breathing from 700 other runners :o). The last runner came in at about 55 minutes and everybody cheered him on like mad.
Then on Sunday it was the Clarendon Marathon which goes between Salisbury and Winchester. This meant they left the house early again and weren't home till mid afternoon. Dad was running that one and he did very well, finishing it in a little over three hours. Mum ran the last bit with him and shouted at him a lot, apparently, but it worked because he said he thought someone else was about to overtake him so he ran faster to make sure they didn't. At the end he had his photo taken with the Lord Mayor. He thinks he probably made her pristine white gloves a bit sticky because an energy gel exploded over his hand half way round and he couldn't wipe it off. Poppy laughed at this, because she is naughty.
So basically, they took care of their own exercise needs all weekend long and ignored mine and Poppy's completely. All we got was a two mile run on Sunday afternoon with mum while dad was easing tired muscles in the bath. I think you'll agree that for a pair of peak-of-fitness type hounds such as myself and Poppy, two miles is nothing. We could run that with our paws tied behind our backs for heaven's sake (figuratively speaking).
We made sure they realised we were fed up by rampaging around the house all Sunday evening, throwing shoes around and biting each other and growling and dragging the beds about while they were trying to watch The Walking Dead. In the end, mum got out the dreaded clothes spray water bottle and squirted me with it. Oh, the indignity! Poppy sniggered because she avoided getting sprayed, but I happen to know she's got a hair cut and shampoo coming up with Mrs D next week and I haven't, so the snigger will be on the other paw then, heh?
Today, things have improved significantly. Poppy and I were berserk with excitement at the thought of a proper walk. Last week we went out for a run with a new friend called Alfie who is quite slow because he has arthritis. It made me feel quite sleek and fit, being able to bound casually ahead of someone. Because usually on our runs, Poppy is way out in front and even mum can out run me towards the end. But then I am 7 and a half and that is Quite Considerable. I wondered hopefully whether Alfie might be coming again today, but as it turned out we went out for a longer run than usual (over 5 miles) as part of mum's training for her 10k so it was just us three.
We started off going down the lane where the badgers have been digging holes in the verge and putting their poos in them, we ran past the place where the cat sits and spits at us (no manners, although we enjoy rushing at it and making it fear for its life), past the gate that has a Mystery Jack Russell living behind it (I know this because it always barks at us and it sounds just like Poppy. Two of them on the lane, heaven help us) and along Chaffinch Alley where they all fly around squeaking. Then we went up the long hill where two tractors and three lorries drove past, and two people on bicycles that Pop growled at. Then we ran down a steep hill Very Fast where I stopped for a quick poo, and on through the fields at the bottom where Poppy said she saw a squirrel jumping into the hedge. We looked but couldn't find it and then had to run like mad to catch mum up. We went past the pigs, who rushed off looking ridiculous and shouting at the tops of their voices with their funny squiggly tails held over their chubby bottoms, round the corner along the muddy track, down the nettly path between the hedges (mum and I both got stung), along the track where two badger holes and one rabbit front door are, and back out onto the lane then round another loop up the hill and down the hill before we got home.
We're both a wee bit tired now but it's good to get the tickle out of your paws after a slightly lazy weekend, isn't it?
Hope you're all keeping well? There was a dead squirrel on the road today but I couldn't stop to sniff it because I wasn't allowed to.
All the best,