Rattly old van over 20 kilometres of potholed road vs staying at home by myself....
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Rattly old van it is then. We have done 5 loads of rotting haylage. Some bales smell of fermentation, some smell like pig manure, F said one smelled like tobacco (it wasn't really rotten) and the neighbour suggested smells like hops.
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| Mushrooms growing under the cover on one of the bales |
I just lie around doing bored while F works out how to get the stuff from bale shape onto the trailer. Then I endure the ride home knowing that when we get back I can present my doink-ball and get two or three kicks per barrowload.
SHE is really excited about having also located a supply of free horse poo.
Honestly, life has to have a bit more class than endless rotten hay and horse poo doesn't it?
When I have to stay at home on my own I annoy the neighbours by wailing inconsolably for hours.
This weekend my humans went away for rugby and I stayed 2 nights in the funny little old caravan that goes with the rattly van. I have my own blanket but quietly crawled inside the folded up feather sleeping bag that was stowed on the end of the bunk. F wants to know how I don't suffocate because I make sure my head is covered too.
We had lots of walks, and doink-ball, and cuddles, and I had to practice doing CALM when I would normally be barking my head off at vehicle movements, walkers, the neighbours, and those pesky sparrows that flock into the frying pans on the fence posts. They taunt me.
I was just enjoying a smakerel of mackerel for lunch when my humans came home. F made me go and show welcome. Welcome over I went back up the road just in case some more mackerel was lying around.
Yours
Scully
Ps from F - no more mackerel. She arrived back on Monday morning climbed onto my lap for cuddles after breakfast and promptly brought up a heap of mackerel smelling bile. Nice!🫤
Scully is a fine dog! Expert in all things doggy. Up -Chuck of mackerel , such a superb touch of perfection. Well suited to F, who finds horse poo and weeping bales of smelly sludge, what an exceptional human being. Everyone is jealous ! Heart you both- Linda sue
ReplyDeleteShe managed a 2nd up-chuck while out walking but saved it for the shoes of someone we met unexpectedly on what we have come to regard as our private track!🙄🫢😀
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteOh Scully - are you double-eating at those two homes??? Don't fret, pet, you seem to have it sorted now and abandonment is well over the horizon! Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
Aware that she is fed at home I generally only feed her when she is officially staying with me. The exception is a beefbone to chew on once a week or so. Mackerel for lunch was a treat because she only got porridge for breakfast. Mistake perhaps.🤔
DeleteOh Scully. You really know how to make yourself welcome.
ReplyDeleteAll in a day's mess around here. This place is looking like a tinkers' campsite these days.
DeleteA dog knows when they are well off, eh ?!
ReplyDeleteShe turned up at my door again at 20:00 this evening so I let her stay. Goodness knows what she had been up to (rabbits might have been in the equation), but must have stayed out after her humans went to bed. They have a really early start each day.
DeleteI have a similar big pile of fym. It's chocolate brown and full of chunky red worms. It must be cool enough to use if the live in it. Seaweed is also worth collecting. It's free of weeds and it's said to have up to fifty trace elements in it.
ReplyDeleteI really want some seaweed Dave but despite being by seawater here, no weed. I probably have to go across to the East Coast at Rarangi to get seaweed. I'll do that after a blazing storm and some really high tides.
Delete2 forever families! But no more mackerel. F will make darn sure of that
ReplyDeleteIt might have been the juice out of the can which did it. I take full responsibility either way. Strangely I caught her several times today chewing up bits of the fermented hay that I was tearing apart (the not rotten bits). It looked and smelled a bit like uncut tobacco and she was determined to eat it!
DeleteI couldn't help laughing at Scully's 'gift' to you. I'm sure she felt much better when she'd deposited it!
ReplyDeleteI laughed too and gave her a cuddle to make sure she was ok. She was running like a racehorse going up the hill minutes later and then was sick again halfway along the track. She must have been sqiffy all day as she was eating fermented grass in the evening.
DeleteI think it’s lovely scully comes over to keep you company.
ReplyDeleteHe’s there to remind you to occasionally add play to your day