Thursday 4th August 2022, 3.25pm (day 3,997)
The dog was more alert than it perhaps looks here, so I am sure the baby was under safe guard.
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Ben gets some attention
Wednesday 27th July 2022, 4.20pm (day 3,989)
Ben gets some Him Time, and seems thoroughly contented by the experience. As the amount of white around his muzzle attests, he’s an old man, and at some later point in our own lives I guess we’ll all crave this kind of attention.
Diamond waits
Tuesday 7th June 2022, 5.40pm (day 3,939)
Is waiting a thing that dogs would do if we hadn’t trained them to do it over millennia? Predators learn to wait, I guess. But not for their human master to come back from the bar.
Reggie relaxes
Tuesday 3rd May 2022, 4.35pm (day 3,904)
A very limited day in terms of photographic opportunities. It was some cherry blossom again, or pub dog Reggie being mildly exploited. But he doesn’t mind this kind of thing, it’s his job.
“Take me with you”
Saturday 26th February 2022, 12.10pm (day 3,838)
“Please. You’ve gotta get me out of here. I didn’t ask to make my life here, a day’s journey from the nearest grooming salon.”
I might think the same if, like this critter, I was living at Scalderskew in the Lake District — I do not know of a more isolated dwelling in the country. If you’re interested, the most prominent peak in the background is Seatallan.
Roxy waits
Wednesday 23rd February 2022, 4.30pm (day 3,835)
One of the recent candidates for “Railway pub dog”, Roxy is almost always seen standing, here or (if it’s cold) by the fire. Sitting and lying down are just things other dogs do. She is a patient creature, but I guess that’s a requirement for all candidate pub dogs. The leash is purely symbolic.
Good food (and dogs)
Sunday 23rd January 2022, 4.00pm (day 3,804)
The Sunday market in Hebden Bridge is a significant contributor to the fact that Sundays are probably the busiest day in town, at least, when it’s not raining. There are some varied combinations possible — like here, Italian food and the dog-related stall next door to one another.
Under surveillance
Saturday 11th December 2021, 12.50pm (day 3,761)
“I don’t care what my lot are doing. You’re eating. They’re not. I’m going to stare at you for a while.”
View from Faulds Brow summit
Friday 27th August 2021, 1.40pm (day 3,655)
A Wainwright walk: the last of my summer holiday. (See my other blog for the technicalities.) A struggle with pre-holiday-weekend traffic that I should have anticipated, and a long journey for what was a couple of hours of light exercise. But the views from the summit of Faulds Brow were very fine. Here, the direction is north-west, the city in the background, Carlisle.
On the threshhold
Thursday 12th August 2021, 3.50pm (day 3,640)
The 2020-21 academic year has been buggered about with, and broken, and (for me) unusually extended — but as of this afternoon, at about 3pm, it is OVER. I am on holiday. Could say ‘feels good’. The reality — more like this.
