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In between my frequent holidays (those of you who read my journals will know I am extensively travelled!!) I spend my time enjoying twice daily walks along the old railway line and by the river in Wetherby. I must say I have picked a very doggy friendly place to live as most days myself and my humans (more recently mainly the retired male one) meet up with my “pals” at the River and often bump into various other doggy associates on our afternoon walks.

Our river walks have become a bit stressful lately though as Max the Golden Retriever has been led astray by his male human (I have never met him, I only heard this you understand) who thought that throwing stones into the river for Max to find would be quite fun. Now Max is true to his origins and he is a Retriever so he doggedly stays in the river until he finds what has been thrown. The only drawback is that the river where the stones were thrown is not the one we walk by every morning and so the search is fruitless.

Max insists on getting into the River at the same spot every time we walk and then barking madly at his female human (because she is the one that brings him down every day) until she comes to get him out. Now that is the “really” entertaining part of the proceedings. The river is quite deep and humans don’t like to get their feet wet it would seem, in fact Maxs’ human has quite a collection of brightly coloured boots called Wellingtons but they only come up to the knees. It must be a design fault because if the water is deep shouldn’t the boots be taller, anyway on more than one occasion she has waded in to the edge of the river to try and reach Maxs’ collar and persuade him to finish his search. I thought Wellingtons were supposed to keep your feet dry??

Last week she was joined by all her human friends who held hands and stood in a line down the river bank when she went to get him, I know they get on well but it is a bit embarrassing when all the humans start playing “ring a roses” whilst we are out for a quiet walk!!!

Talking of clothing I must say Maxs’ mum also does a nice line in coats. She has a very shiny one which my female human says makes her look like an oven ready turkey and last week she was wearing one which had leaves all over it. She told the other humans the name of who made it and they all pretended to be impressed, except my female human (she is “quite” outspoken) who said it reminded her of the covers people put round their wheelie bins…….I think we left at that point

Still on the subject of dressing up, last week I was invited to a Halloween party at my favourite pet shop. All the dogs got dressed up (I went as Dracula) and were given treats by the nice lady who owns the store. Cookie who is the shops resident dog was dressed as a New York Cop (her female human is from somewhere called America??) complete with handcuffs and a hat. She did look very arresting I must say.

For me though the best thing about the party was that the table with all the food and cake on was just at head height and I almost got a clean sweep of the cheesy nibbles as we went in. By that time my Dracula cape and I had just about parted company but I wore it long enough to have my photo taken for the best dressed competition. I haven’t heard anything about my prize yet?? It must be because of the post strike………..

Of course we dogs have had to endure Fireworks most of this week because of something called Binfire night. Humans stand round in the cold (and wet) and watch things burn and then light torches which shoot up into the sky and bang. Now WHAT is all that about. Much better to be in the house curled up under a thermostatically controlled radiator.

I did say “binfire” because that is what happened to my friend TJs’ human. She had a fire of lots of garden rubbish and then apparently put the ashes in the bin, you can guess the rest. Well it will be one bin less to not be collected by the council!!!!

All in all I have quite a fun life keeping up to date with all the doggy goings on in the neighbourhood, checking out new arrivals like Boris the Basset Hound whose ears are closer to the floor than his feet!!! Meeting up with occasional playmates like Nina (she was found in a suitcase when she was very small) or Caz whose humans (both male and female) ALWAYS have pockets full of biscuits. Yes I can recommend Wetherby as a very dog friendly place to live.

Pawnote:

I have included some seasonal snaps of the River but no we have not had snow just yet. Privacy laws prevent me from attaching shots of my pals as they may expect too many biscuits in lieu of Royalties.