Different walks

I love to walk. Of course I do, I am a dog! All dogs like to walk, even the ones with the stubby legs. Although they maybe prefer a leisurely stroll through the park, not a long hike in the mountains.

Anyway, we do a lot of walking, me and my humans. We go to the beach and dune forest every day and sometimes we go to a very different landscape and do some hiking there. Like we did last summer. It was awesome!

We walked high above the beautiful ocean. And in mysterious forests.

M said she sensed elves and imps. I don’t know about that, but I did smell rabbits and foxes. Even better!

There were truly magnificent paths. We walked for hours and hours. With an occasional rest, of course.

We encountered some strange objects, too.

It was wonderful. We had a great time!

 

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Exploring new paths

Since we moved to our new home we have been exploring all the new paths in the vicinity. We live very near the dune-forests and the beach and there are a lot of different trails and paths and roads. This is one of my favorites. It is long and narrow and smells deliciously of rabbits:

I also like the woodland paths that wind to and from the beach. There are lots of smells there too, of rabbits and foxes. I am always curious what surprises I will find around the corner.

And there is a very nice broad road to the beach. Great for running at full speed! I always have to wait for M at the end of it, she is so slow.

There is even a path on the beach. A silly thing, because on the beach you can walk anywhere. No need for a path there!  Typically human to make a beach-path:

It is made of a hard material, smooth and cool to the feet. Not bad, but I prefer the real thing:

 

Guarding spot

As you know I am a Ferocious Guarding Dog. A guarding dog needs some assets, in order to get the job done. One of them is a solid set of shiny teeth. And a deep, loud bark. I’ve got both, of course. Another asset is a good spot to do the guarding from. In our old home I had an excellent place for guarding. From there I could overlook the entire territory:

Our new home is different. We do not have a top floor anymore, so there is no high position to guard from. But we do have a huge front yard, so there is more space for me to guard from. There I found a great spot for guarding:

A guarding hole! Excellent.

Guest blog by Chuck

My name is Chuck. Actually, I am Chuck the Second. The first Chuck came to a terrible end:

I’d rather not comment on this, it gives me the shivers.

I am very grateful that B gives me the opportunity to share my deepest thoughts and feelings with you in this guest blog. I know I have featured in many blogs, B writing about me. This time I can give you my point of view.

My basic emotions are insecurity and fear. That isn’t nice, but it is the truth. And since I am serious about blogging, and very grateful B gives me the opportunity, I will be honest with you.  I am ever fearful that something terrible will happen to me. I should know that B does everything in her power to protect me from this, but one never knows what will happen.

Did I mention that I am very grateful that B gives me the opportunity to blog? It will do no harm to repeat that. I am, you know. Anyway,  about my second basic emotion: insecurity. I am the favorite prey of B, to be precise I am her top trophy. She takes me around the house and the garden all the time. I usually have to guess what her intentions are. I’m sure they are good, naturally, but nevertheless…. Therefore the insecurity. It depends on the situation how insecure I am. For instance, she dropped me here:

Does this mean she puts me near to the fire, so I will be cosy and warm? Or does it mean she will put me into the fire, which (I probably do not have to explain this to you) will do no good to the material I am made from?

Or this:

Does she put me here so I can have a lovely view from the top of the stairs? It could be, but I could fall too. It is a long way down! And although I am made of flexible stuff, it will hurt, bouncing all the way down – I can assure you.

Than there are the times she takes me out into the garden. That sounds nice, I can be outdoors and enjoy the sunshine. But sometimes she forgets to take me in again and I am left out in the cold and rain.

Maybe I should not feel so insecure, maybe I should just trust her and know that she loves me. Sometimes I do, you know. When she holds me close:

But then, at other times, she just drags me around the house and chews on me hard. Which is not particularly nice, even when one is made out of rubber.

That is why my basic emotions are insecurity and fear. Maybe I will explore this a little more in a next blog, if I get the chance to blog again. One never knows, of course. Sorry if this blog did not cheer you up, I know that B’s posts usually are much funnier. But that is the way it is. Life is pretty hard for a Chuck.