Arrf! Arrf! My name's Bodger. Today I went for a nice country walk with my owner Sally. We often venture out on the paths west of Sheffield. Recently it has been quite wet and muddy out there but I don't mind. After all, I don't wear clothes. My shaggy dog coat keeps me nice and warm and if I get too muddy Sally or Bob will give me a nice warm bath and allow me to dry by the fire.
When we are out walking, I cover twice as much ground as Sally. I like to run in the woods. Sometimes I chase rabbits or sniff the backsides of other dogs. I sniffed Polly the Labrador again today. Lovely, ripe aroma but she always plays hard to get. I never have much luck with those pedigree bitches and Sally's always yelping, "Bodger! Bodger! Come here!"
To burn off energy, I like to find sticks. When I was a puppy, Sally or Bob would throw me pathetic little sticks and I'd retrieve them. It was a bit boring really. Nowadays, when I am in the woods, I like to find the biggest bloody branch I can carry. You have to get it balanced and clamp down hard with your teeth. I like to imagine it's the postman's leg.
You can see Sally in the top picture - trailing along behind me as usual. In the little car park off Lodge Moor Lane, a fearsome old bloke in a Hull City shirt was taking off his walking boots as I trotted along. He snapped me once and then damn me - he snapped me again as I trotted back. If I hadn't been carrying my log I'd have barked like hell. Arff! Arrf!
I'd love to see Bodger negotiate an open door... My first dog was daft as a brush and would also try and lug home a chunk of timber and then spend ages guarding it at the kitchen door while he figured out a way to get it into the house!ReplyDelete
I have never had a dog but I hear that they tend to take after their owners - both in appearance and actions.Delete
Wasn't Bodger one of the dogs from the incredible journey?ReplyDelete
I just checked. Yes, you are right John and the hound I saw today was on his own "incredible journey" from "The Three Merry Lads" on Redmires Road.Delete
A grand story to wake up to.ReplyDelete
My two are litter collectors, plastic bottles being the refuse of choice.
Pleased you liked the story Adrian. Thank you.Delete
Toby tends to go for dead leaves and if they come from a dirty drain, so much the better. Failing that, a stone never fails to give pleasure.ReplyDelete
We can learn so much from dogs Jenny.Delete
I want to go for a walk! Right now!!! (I promise I won't be walking around with a huge branch in my gob. Not even with a tiny one.)ReplyDelete
Not even an ice lolly stick?Delete
A Spaniel of some sort? He was certainly keeping his eye on you.ReplyDelete
I'm not sure what breed Bodger is - but yes some sort of spaniel. The only dog I am really fond of is a hot dog with fried onions and a little tomato ketchup.Delete
Bodger is a fine and honourable name. And that bit of wood is definitely in keeping with the bodger's skills.ReplyDelete
I don't approve of the government's Bodger cull. Perhaps that's why this Bodger had a big branch - he was hoping to clobber an MP!Delete