Thursday, 24 February 2011

Wednesday, 23 February 2011


CharlieLabs mum and dad have succumbed to the idea of a new has been a fairly traumatic time but you know I believe they are going to have a little minx of a dog to enjoy!

Here are some photos of Willow....story to follow:

Petnanny Sam and Caroline are belles of the ball

Funny photograph?!
Ah the lovely couple Sam and Steven
Go Sam Go whilst Steven heads for his pint!
The lovely Justine ( Stan Els and Doris's mum) with Bruce and Rhona

Bruce and Nanny Caroline

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

New Boy

I started the day thinking 'it will be ideal' What with a busy day and not knowing what time I will get back surely having a tired dog that has had fun all day will be the way to go instead if leaving him at home for the nighbour to let out.

Then I got to thinking what if he felt abandoned. I mean it's not like I have done it before.

He will be fine I am sure, he's gonna to be too busy having fun...running like a dog released, playing for all he is worth.

Breathe, see he won't feel abandoned.

But what if he decides he won't come back? Run after a bird or chase a car? If he runs off will he try and find me or will he just stand there lost? Argh what have I done. Maybe I will just ring and say keep him on the lead.

No stop it! He will be fine, if he chases a bird he will come back to play with the dogs. You told them he may chase a car if let off near a road but they wouldn't let him off near a road anyway!

Right I have established he's not going to feel abandoned, if he chases he is very likely to run straight back. What if he picks a dead animal up and won't come back? If they shout at him he will dance around not allowing anyone to gain a step on him, playing a scary tentative game of dog and handler. Will they remember to crouch down ask him to come then say thank you as he hands the corpse over?

Ooh what to do.

I have time to nip back and pick him up...he can stay in the cage at my parents? Bored and unhappy.

Uh oh it's time to go! It's funny isn't it, that day your boy goes out with the dog walker for the first time. All those thoughts that run through your head, even if it if Flute and he goes out with me everyday and the dog walker is Sam and Alex who know him. Big step you know!

I wait, wait for the text or maybe the phone and I am sure it will say....he's been good/ funny/ naughty and it will all be fine!

Update 4pm.
Of course he didn't miss, of course he was a good boy. So why didn't he miss me humph!

Thursday, 10 February 2011

I am officially a lunatic.

This week has been, how can I word this.....challenging! I have enjoyed long days, finishing late and today was clearly going to be no different.

Now the sun I can cope with, even the dogs were feeling the heat whilst out on the walk. All of us just seemed to come alive so much so I actually ran, twice. The walking today has been fantastic, the dogs were so good each group met either people, horses and people or dogs not one put a foot wrong. Hurrah.

Sherleen's new little puppy, Willow, was so much brighter today I can see, all being well, her being a real whirling dervish. To see her acting a little more like a young pup was a relief and long may it last.

So why am I a lunatic? Actually many of you probably won't need that explanation but for those who do I will tell you my journey home.

I pass Callerton on the way home, depending on who I have to drop off, only this time there seemed to be some sort of a commotion ahead. I soon realised there was something holding up the road. The cars were already backing up and it isn't he best road for hold ups with no lighting and lots of tricky bends ( normally I treat it like the transit slalom). Unfortunately I then realised it was loose horses, all wearing very dark rugs and without halters. The horses were being herded by the yard owner but every time they got a hold of one it would dash off without a restraint to stop it. Now I was brought up on Blue Peter( does that explain many of my funny ways?) so I started thinking.....

I had enough lead ropes and leads to make makeshift halter for a herd of rampaging horses so after the fourth attempt to restrain them I decided Nanny had to go help. The faces of the other drivers was classic they were nearly ready to revolt once they saw the usual suspect transit overtake the line of patient cars to stop right in front of the horses. With extra strong mints in hand I handed them to the closest horse catcher then nipped to the back of the van with Izzo waking up with a bit of a start. Once I had enough lead ropes I managed to halter the horses with the horse catchers force feeding mints. One by now had a halter on it and the others now sported Blue Peteresk halters so now it was about getting the wayward equines back on their merry way.

The drivers could see the end of their jam slowly unfolding and let me turn around and off we went a funny little band, transit flashing happily in front, horse catchers and their quarry toddling behind now quietly obedient, mints can have a magical effect on some horses! The cars were now gratefully on their way again with only the cars behind us waiting for an opportunity to pass. I then spotted another horsey lad checking his horses and asked him to join our raggle taggle band herding the cars behind helping to let them past. We had travelled quite someway before the police arrived. He pulled over asked why my horses were on the road!

I have a thing about being blamed for summit I haven't done...I just put it down to the excitement of the moment and the nice policeman presuming I was lacksidaysicle with my horses so I let him have it:

"Why are your horses on the road?" said the policeman
" they aren't my horses I am just helping." said I.
" so what is your name?" he quizzed quite sensibly
" I am Supernanny the Super Hero who sorted this whole mess out" said I with a straight face and not a hint of humility.

" ( very long pause)That's great I will just head off and have a cup of tea then Super Hero as you have everything in hand here!" the policeman said with just a slight smile on his face.
" you better lead the way back to the farm first though" he quipped with a big smile on his face.
As he shook his head and laughed we carried on our sweet way and soon the horses were home safe and sound and I set off home.

Then I started to feel a little hot, then it started to sink in...I had in all seriousness told the policemen, with his blue lights still flashing, that I was not only a super hero but a super hero called Supernanny. I travelled the rest of the way home somewhat subdued, dropping the guys off and then kept an eye out for any passing police car that might be hunting down lunatic driving a white transit.

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Chase me, chase me!

As you should already know Flute just loves Rossi. When Rossi runs Flute runs desperately trying to keep up oblivious of the fact Rossi kerbs his speed just so lanky legs can at least feel like he is nearly as fast.

Everytime Rossi has a sniff or even a pee Flute follows suit, oh how grateful I am that Rossi is such a steady dog. Don't get me wrong Flute is perfectly capable of making his own decisions, unfortunately they do tend to be wayward ones.

All dogs have their own default settings. Rossi's are to look to Bruce for guidance. Flute's are a little more free flowing....the first time he was let off in a secure( thank goodness for that!) large farmer's field his little legs couldn't carry him fast or far enough. I did all the usual tricks, call in a high pitched voice crouching down, hiding behind a tree or even running like a demented woman in the opposite direction.

Nothing. He was too busy running, feeling the wind in those incredibly unreal ears, breathing in the fresh air and delighting in the feeling of freedom. Whereas I was feeling the sinking feelings that only animals can make you feel( or maybe children?), swinging manically from neurotic owner to sensible Petnanny. Sod Petnanny my new puplet was currently dispatching all my delusional ideas of a perfectly behaved Ibizan, an ambassador of all that is sighthound and is Petnanny. Instead I saw images of Long legs constantly disappearing into the distance with Bruces and many of my customers comments ringing in my ears.

Oh goody, puppyhood is such a delightful time.

So now we are on a strict training regime, always with his default setting in my mind. Most days we walk, just him and I with me chasing him pretending to catch him, his role reversed now being chased rather than him being the chaser.

On the days Bruce and I walk together the boys play, run and rest together hardly breaking stride they are so used to each others moves. As Flute outgrows Rossi he is gaining confidence, goading him to rough and tumble him or chase him. Confidence is such a tentative thing though as soon as Rossi takes him up on the offer Flute panics and runs to the closest human or wall. As soon as he finds his comfort off he goes again shouting at Rossi to chase me chase me!

Oh for a simple life we still have so much to learn from dogs don't we!

New photos added

New photos have been added.

What a difference the sun makes.

I am going to say this very quietly I think we are going to have an early spring!


As we walk around you tend to have one eye on the dogs, one eye on where you are going and the other eye checking out all those little interesting little things that make the world of difference. In your minds eye you just know where the dogs are, instinctively know if one has snuck off hunting or not concentrating. So what did I spot today? Lots of buds, catkins hanging off their twigs and fresh green grass pushing past the tired looking standing hay. I like it.

Mind we still have the mud. Nope not gonna focus on mud today I am fired up and ready for spring! So tomorrow with my prediction ringing in your ears I am sure we will wake up to a blanketing of snow.

After seeing seeing so much wildlife during he heavy snow cover all disappeared again once their world had returned to normal. I miss seeing all the creatures, they remind me of the realities of their lives...fighting for their lives. struggling to eat, breed and occasionally having the luxury of playing.

This week seems to have seen a reemergence, could it be spring? Getting ready for all the new life.

Here's hoping they are right and we are leaving winter behind soon I am ready for a change!