Selfies

We did a six hour round car trip to the outskirts of Bath yesterday.

The reason?

So the Madwoman could get her ginger horse to do selfies.

Kiss my nose!

And give me that carrot!

  I think you'll agree that the selfies were a

bit of a waste of time.

Flash just has not mastered the art of it like we have.

Working up a pre-lunch appetite.
And getting photobombed by Tilley Farm

But we did get a quick walk up the track, plus a picnic lunch and to

say hello to our doggodmother Sarah Fisher,

so possibly not a complete waste of time.

Although we could wish that Bath was a bit closer.

Exhausted by all that driving.
Time for a short nap.

A field trip

We went on a field trip at the weekend.

Yes, it's definitely a field

We have lots of those at home.
Why have we come all the way to Bath to look at a field?

Hang on, there's something in it.
Apart from grass.

Yes, it appears to be a Flash.
The Madwoman shrieked and yelled at him but he's going a bit deaf.
Well, that was the reason the Madwoman gave for him ignoring her at first.

But then he spotted the carrot and suddenly it was action stations.
So now you know.
If you want to get a Flash's attention,
forget all the jumping about and yelling like a banshee.
Just make a noise like a carrot.

Another day out

We had just got settled in for a Sunday morning lie-in when the Madwoman 

made us get up again, telling us we were having an outing instead.

This is how it went:

 First toilet break, at Reading services.

Well, we'd had our breakfast an hour before and what goes in

must come out ...

It was kind of them to provide a special dog walking area, but in view

of the number of signs around telling the Madwoman to scoop our poop, you'd

think they would provide somewhere for her to dispose of it.

Not really the sort of souvenir you want to take home ...

 Second toilet break at a picnic area.

Lack of poop bins there too.

 Destination arrived!

Turned out to be Tilley Farm.

Here we are admiring the view just before taking a wee break.

 Then it was time for elevenses.

The Madwoman had thoughtfully provided liver bread and turkey for in-car snacks too.

And here is the purpose of our visit: the Madwoman's horse,

who was presented with a sack of carrots and some party balloons for his 30th birthday.

We think he liked the carrots better than the balloons.

And that's our aunty Robyn you can see in the background.

A day out

We went over to Bath at the weekend to see the Madwoman's horse: she was completely unappreciative of our attempts to amuse and entertain her during what would otherwise

be a very boring journey.

 This is the reason for our trip: apparently Flash let it be known that he rather fancied a couple of carrots. The Madwoman presented him with a whole sack, but very meanly they didn't share any of them with us. Serves him right that he's having a mad hair day.

 Then while we were minding our own business we nearly got stampeded by donkeys.

There they are, stampeding away like anything.

It would have been a close thing if there hadn't been a fence in their way.

Then when we got home the Madwoman had forgotten to leave the heating on,

(yet another example of the incompetence we have to put up with) and it was freezing.

We had to insist on climbing into our pj's and then rested our toes hopefully on the radiator as it very slowly warmed up.

Bath time

No, not the wet sort of bath time

but the get-in-a-car and travel vast distances

while regularly asking whether we are there yet 

Bath time, as that is where The Madwoman's horse lives.

Flash with his nose

He looks in fine fettle -

although his nose seems to be getting vaster

along with his age (nearly 30: practically a dinosaur) 

Hairs? What hairs?

We went for a walk and the Madwoman kept saying

"Look! Hairs!"

We didn't think hair was very interesting 

so didn't bother to look very hard.

It was only after we found the really good sniffs

that we realised we had missed spotting some giant rabbits.

We blame the Madwoman for distracting us

by burbling on about hairs.

 

Oh you mean the giant bunnies?

Being good AND busy ...

We have once again been busy ...

Let's see, there's been:

 

 helping with The Madwoman's Advent calendar on Facebook

to help raise funds for Scruples Whippet Rescue;

 

 

inspecting progress on the Dog friendly garden at Tilley Farm near Bath;

 

helping to put up Christmas decorations;

 

visiting our dog-godmother Sarah Fisher - she refused to pose for a photo as she'd left her make up bag at home so here's a picture of The Madwoman's horse Flash instead, who always looks good wearing a veneer of mud ...

 

So Santa, yes, we have been very very good!

 

 

 

 

A Day Out

We went for a day out at Bath today.

No one ever actually bothers asking us if we want to go to these places,

we just get our bags packed up and are plonked in the car.

But we always like going to Tilley Farm to see our

god-dog mother Sarah Fisher. She refused to pose for a picture with us today,

 so here's one of her taken on another occasion instead,

being exercised by the Madwoman's horse.

 

We can't say we really blame her, given the Madwoman's continuing incompetence

with a camera.

Here's one she took today of her horse Flash, for example:

 

Apparently he is the most handsome horse in the world, but you'd never guess

it from this picture. Now compare it with the one above it, taken by a proper photographer, Bob Atkins, and you can understand why Sarah was so reluctant to have

the camera pointed in her direction.

Mind you, all horses look pretty much the same to us, so we

have to take the Madwoman's word for it.

 

And here is a picture of us with Auntie Robyn Hood.

We like Auntie Robyn. She did a lovely TTouch bodywork session with us once

that we still remember fondly.

Mmmmm. More please ...

Yet another outing

Are we there yet?

We had a nasty moment at the weekend when the Madwoman announced that it was bath time.
Happily it turned out that what she meant was that it was time to go and pay a visit to Bath the place, rather than the bath tub. Or to be more precise, to visit her horse who lives at Bath.

The Madwoman had her stupid head on and forgot to pack the camera, so you'll just have to make do with this picture, taken by Bob Atkins, when he was posing for a photo shoot ages ago.

Flash is the redhead in the middle.

The Madwoman is the one hiding as usual behind the photographer.