So after all that time sat on my arse staring at a monitor being Gertrude my head was about to explode, I was very grumpy and come Monday I wanted nothing more than to see some countryside, real life people and take the dogs out for a jaunt. Well, actually, I would have really loved to go to the seaside, but that’s not really feasible.
For a while now Bill’s old orange Imac has been sitting around not being loved and his sister Mary has been needing a new computer. Hmmm…we have a spare computer, and Mary needs one…hmm…. there’s a really obvious solution there, can’t quite put my finger on it!
Yesterday, we decided to take the dogs for a jaunt to Camp Leslie and deliver Mary a newly reformatted Imac.
Again, it wasn’t a very nice day, being all damp and miserable, and Bill was almost a meanie and wouldn’t let the dogs tag along for fear of them getting wet and dirty. I however stood up for their doggy rights and on condition they were my responsibility they had a last minute reprieve and were soon excitedly running around the house dragging their leads behind them and squealing when I told them where we were going.
“Where are we going Quincy? Are we going to see Lucylu? How about Alex…Alex?’
*Quince starts to whine and howl and paw the floor*
“Uncle Hank and Aunty Mary?”
*Genghis and Quince both shake and quiver with anticipation*
By the time we arrived at Camp Leslie both dogs were about ready to bite their way out of the truck to get to their three hairy cousins.
Bill spent a while helping Mary set up the computer and talking her through the various applications, then came the part I’d been waiting for…taking the dogs to the pond and letting them run free for a bit.
Again, Bill wasn’t too keen on this idea as the pond wasn’t so much a water hole than a mud pit. The previous spell of dry weather had practically dried the pond up and as it had been raining recently the exposed surface was a nice claggy red mud. You could see the look of horror on Bill’s face as Quince and Genghis ran straight through the mud and into remaining puddle. They had a great time splashing around and were soon joined in the water by Tate, who waded out and then patiently waited to have stones thrown at him, as usual.
I also climbed down into the bowl and stomped around in the mud happily. If I’d done that the last time I was there I’d have been submerged and having to swim, this time the muddy water barely made it to Quince’s knees as he frolicked around.
Every so often a bird would scoot overhead and Genghis would run full pelt to chase it down. He never stood a chance but had great fun trying.
Although we kept Gingernut’s lead on him he was very good, and always came back when called. In fact he was better behaved than Quince who became completely mesmerized by a herd of jet black cows that had ambled over to the fence, apparently under the mistaken impression that Lucylu was a lost calf and needed to rejoin the herd.
Once the fun was over all five dogs got a hose down and dried off. Hank took charge of drying Quince and they ended up playing matador with him. Quince loves to play with towels, and Hank loves to play with Quince.