Just another weekend for Blue

Well it has been an active weekend for Blue.

It all started Friday tea time, we headed off to the local B&Q  

Because it was too warm to leave Blue in the car, I stayed with Blue in the car park while Sue went and got the plants.

Hastily she had returned with two bags of bark, which I loaded onto the trailer, while she returned to get some plants.  

This was an opportune time to get Blue out of the car, and wander around the parking area, though you can see what he enjoyed most.

Admirers were kept at bay, anyone approaching was barked a warning, but few people get too close to Blue, he has a selective audience.

He was well behaved and enjoyed his trip in the trailer, probably would have sat in there while we drove off, but that is never going to happen.

Friday evening, he played with his bubbles in the garden (See video clip below)

Saturday was spent lazing around, except for "Tweeting" with #TheAviators

But Sunday

Once up, he was walked for 30 minutes, home had breakfast, and expected him to rest, no chance.

A squirrel ran along the garden fence, and Blue went berserk, trampling and scattering anything in his way, all as he was barking his warning to the squirrel. This would not be so bad, but we are talking before 7.00am on a Sunday morning.

No sooner he was settled, then he heard a noise and went barking to the side gate.

Neighbours or wife not impressed, time to take control, but there was one last hurrah, when the neighbours dog barked, guess who joined in.

Eventually, we reached nine o'clock and began some gardening, along with Blues trusty assistance. 

Some of the moments are captured on this short movie, on YouTube.

Blue has had a break from swimming recently, due to an ear infection. The treatment prescribed by the vet has been successful, so Blue will be swimming on Wednesday.

If you want to follow Blue on twitter search for @BluetheGSD

Swim movie

http://youtu.be/asuMsta6KP0

Ben Nevis

We have just returned from two great weeks in the Highlands of Scotland, one of our adventures was to summit Ben Nevis, the highest mountain in Britain.

Blue is no novice to mountains, having successfully summited numerous fells and mountains in the lake district, Helvellyn, Skiddaw, Blencathera to name but a few.

Blue is now six years old, and is very comfortable walking for long durations, last week we did 8 3/4 hours in the Torridon mountains.

Ben Nevis sits in the Nevis range overshadowing Fort William, approximatly 120 miles from our holiday cottage in Annat.

Shortly after 7.00am Blue got him self comfy in the back of the car for the 2-3 hour drive, and at 10.00am we were all parked up ready to go, commencing from the car park serving Achintee House.

The weather was dry, but the tops of the mountains were obscured by low cloud.

With his halti attached we set off for the anticipated 10 mile round trip which would take us to the summit 1343m above sea level.

We selected the "Tourist Route" because there are no real technical climbing skills required, Blue would follow where we navigated, though more often than not he would lead.

Even where a path becomes less obvious, Blue often follows the scent trail left by others, as he has proved invaluable on previous occasions. Now having said that, he has no sense of height, there are times where he would happily roll over on the grass, oblivious there may be a drop of hundreds of feet, a roll away.

We know today there will be many others taking this route, and the need to have close control over Blue is paramount for the safety of him and others. Blue owns the mountain, everyone else are seen as visitors.

Well we had only been walking ten minutes and we came to our first obstacle, a timber ladder style. Approached with much gesturing and trepidation, Blue managed to overcome this hurdle.

The path to ascend is unmistakable, no need to navigate, Blue was into his stride and coping with some of the larger steps. Courteous exchanges were had with fellow walkers encounter en-route, the majority of us heading in the same direction.

 Our calculation was that we would make the summit around 3.00 pm at our current pace.

Just over two hours into the walk we were at what is affectionately known as the half way loch an.

Lochan Meall an t-Suidhe is not actually half way in height, the true half way point was known as "Red Burn" which could be seen further up the track, just below the cloud and snow line.

So we stopped for a breather and a quick drink, and as we sat pondering the next part, the Lochan just disappeared.

  

Now was a time for honesty, do we go any further?

Without fear or favour, the call is down to me, and given what lay ahead, three more hours of climbing into cloud, mist and rain on snowy covered peak, I decided today was not going to be the day Blue conquered Ben Nevis, that would be for another day.

On reflection Blue had handled the climb very well, only where we rested to have a breather and cuppa, did he actually halt advancing admirers getting too close to his herd.

I do believe that we will return one day and complete this journey, so the call to descend was taken and we began our return. Only now realising that at no point had we seen more than half way up the mountain, even glancing back on our return.

Descending gave an opportunity to take a few pictures, funny how things clear up once you have made your mind up to return.

But the one telling picture was this one, the conditions at just over 600m were still the same

There are two tiny figures just left of centre, they are walkers just above Red Burn.

We returned to our car 4 1/2 hours after setting off, safe well and enjoyed the trip, Blue was the only dog we see on the mountain today, wonder why?

With a brief stop at the Ben Nevis Distillery to buy a gift, we set off back to our holiday let.

From our journey home we stopped at a near by view point to capture this picture of the Nevis range

We arrived back at the cottage a little after 7.00pm which meant we had been out for twelve hours, on that basis if we would have gone to the summit, we would not have been back until after midnight.

Soon after his dinner, there was only one place Blue was going to;

 Asleep !

Well done our little hero !

Blues (Our) little neighbour for a week

We have just returned from a two week stay in Annat, Upper Loch Torridon, part of the Highlands of Scotland.

One of the nicest and saddest things happened, while we stayed in the shoreline cottage.

We arrived home one day to find a little lamb had been corralled into a sheep pen next to the cottage, Blue alerted us it was there.

So as not to spook the dear little lamb, we kept Blue from going too close.

The neighbours who are residents, look after the lambs in the fields which surround our cottage explained the poor lambs plight.

His mother had two lambs but only able to feed one, due to a problem with one of her teats, so to ensure the lamb was safe and cared for he was placed in a makeshift pen, on his own. Each day he would be bottle fed, and was absolutely adorable, growing stronger by the day. After a few days the plan was to have another sheep adopt him back out in the field.

The neighbour explained that the ravens, attack new born lambs, and this was a sickening sight.

After four days the lamb was taken out to the field with its newly adopted mother, but alas it did not work out, so we were disappointed to arrive back home after a day out walking in the Torridon mountains, that "lamby" was back.

The feed was working, each day h was getting bigger and stronger, now he was learning to leap, as little lambs do, and his voice was getting stronger, bah, had never sounded so cute.

As big as Blue is, he made no attempt to bark or stare at the lamb, and the lamb was silent when Blue was within sight, coincidence or instinct, who knows.

A few days later we set out for a walk, and no "lamby" was in the pen, another attempt to introduce him into the herd, we assumed.

We returned from a day out walking, to meet our neighbour, and enquired how "lamby" was doing in the field. She explained that poor "lamby" had been taken in the night. No sound was heard, and Blue sleeps in the bedroom with us, where the lamb would be no more than 10 feet or so away, and nothing alerted him.

There was evidence that something had been "pawing" at the ground, near the foot of the fence, but no blood or signs of a struggle, which ruled out badgers or foxes.

So there is no true end to this sad tale, because he may still be alive, stolen, but alive, who knows.

It is a sad situation for those who met him, and for the poor wee thing himself, one week old, and all those challenges he faced.

Though we already adore Blue, he got an extra sympathy hug that night, in honour of poor  "lamby"

Little "Lamby", used to have visits from the herd, as they grazed their way past the cottage

Blue loves a lolly stick

http://youtu.be/XfUWCyFOlNI

Whenever we have a magnum or similar Blue is eager to ensure there is no waste, we did stop this for a while for fear that it was related to his allergy issues.

Since that is moving in the right direction and we are only talking about a smidgen of  flavour left, we have allowed him this much enjoyed pleasure.

Funny how things work out, I was never really a doggie person as a kid or young adult, in fact they filled me with fear, so here is me holding a lolly stick for a fully grown German Shepherd who weighs in at 48 kilo (Circa 104 lbs).

Anyhow back to Blue, recently he has been helping out n the garden, in his own way, herding the mower, turning over the soil, keeping cats and squirrels away, all with the finesse of Blue's own unique style.

While out for his dawn walk yesterday it was such a nice bright morning at 6.00 am I let him off lead in the park, unusual but trying to do this whenever circumstances permit, i.e. empty park.

While off lead for no reason he focused on something, and took off, focused and intense. But without warning, explanation or calling, he stopped turned around looked at me and headed straight back. Strangest of all, there was no reason for him to run off, or return. But he looked pleased with himself, and he was duly rewarded with a treat for his actions.

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Darker mornings but more fun time

This weekend we lost an hour as the clocks went forward for British Summer Time.

But then again unlike the rest of us Blue's body clock seems to only take a day to condition himself to those changes, and he soon adapts.

Morning walks now take place in the dark once more, and this will be the case for 3 or 4 weeks to come. Blue has his first walk around quarter to six in the morning, lasting about 25 - 30 minutes depending on distractions to sniff, or passers by to stand and stare at, along with the passing of any unusual sounding or looking vehicles, such as large lorries, noisy cars or the dreaded milk float.

This morning there must have been a fox a couple of doors down, spinning in a circle on the spot and barking, Blue was keen to announce his presence, no need for our neighbours to set their alarms, unless they wish to rise before 5:45am

Shadows, unusual shapes are all given the same attention, Blue is very very alert in the dark, eventually settling down as the walk progresses out onto the street lit main road.

I mentioned fun time, well this is the plus side, along with the lighter evenings, they are now drier and warmer, not exactly short sleeves, but no longer wrapping up against the elements.

One thing that Blue has now focused on is "cats" the merest glimpse or thought of a glimpse sends him scurrying out the back door to reclaim his turf. We can no longer even mention the word "cats" without him reacting, even similar wards sets him off

Blue is so used to the camera now he sometimes doesn't even look at what you are doing.

Blue continues to be great to have around as a companion, with his larger than life character.

One new habit Blue has formed is when you make a cup of coffee, as soon as the spoon tinkles against the cup as it is being stirred, Blue will return from the garden, go into the lounge and await his treat reward.

Who is training who, I wonder?

Blue back in the swim and enjoying the garden

It is good to share that Blue is slowly returning to the life style of which has become accustomed.

Playing in the garden, going out for walks and now back swimming on a more regular basis. 

This week Blue enjoyed another good swim session.

The ironic thing is all the above pictures of him are outside the pool or in the shower, this was because of the time spent interacting with him, encouraging him to dive in and play.

Blue still needs to wear his buster type collar, if left alone, he used to need to wear it pretty well all the time, to reduce his scratching and licking. For a long period this would the case even in our presence, but now it is only the odd occasion, even though he still bears the bold and blotchy parts to his lower hind legs.

Action shots of Blue in action in the garden