Monday, 28 January 2008

(Just) Fun Monday

Although I'm not doing this officially, as I didn't register, I thought I'd join in with the 'Fun Monday' initiative hosted by AOJ and show you what's on my bedside table.


Well, it's been a tough time and getting to sleep can be difficult these days........

Tuesday, 22 January 2008

Supersoft Tilly


You may recall that soon after I adopted Tilly I posted a few times about how she was very independent, and not really keen on cuddling and other such soppy activities. I'm pleased to report that whilst she still sees 'smooching' as a waste of valuable playing time, she's becoming decidedly soft in some ways.

Not long ago, any 'downtime' would have been spent in her bed in the kitchen, and as soon as she stopped getting direct attention she would have sloped off. She's now started to mooch back into the sitting room and casually flop down next to me on the rug. She's even beginning to allow me to stroke her whilst she sleeps, without it turning into the inevitable pre-amble to a game. Being picked up is something she still doesn't really enjoy, but for practical purposes it's now grudgingly accepted. All in all, for an independent woman, she's becoming quite soft. I've realised that the more you try and encourage her to be cuddled, the more she rebels, but if you give her the space to come to you, she will. Eventually.....

We're also slightly more 'connected' out on walks. She still spends much of the walk out of sight, galloping around a few hundred yards away from me, but her recall is almost faultless in most circumstances. It's very much the case that you don't 'go out for a walk with Tilly', you simply happen to be walking in the same general area....

She's willing to come back to me virtually straight away though, and she stops periodically to look back and check that I'm still in the same county as her......

She's doing really well. All I need to do now is reduce the number of times that I get bitten throughout the day. It's all light-hearted and very much in the context of play, but I am beginning to look like an abuse victim.

Wednesday, 16 January 2008

I'm So Rude....


I forgot to thank Patience for kindly giving Tilly and I an award!!!

THANKS!!!!

Now I need to think about who to pass it on to.......

Boo!

First of all, I must thank AOJ for giving me the nudge I needed to get my blogging head on again, and she's in a very strong position to do this as she's posted virtually every day this year! I've also lost touch with all my favourite blogs to a large extent, so I'm looking forward to having a poke around and seeing what everyone's been up to.

Life's really busy at the moment, and I'm currently taking a couple of days off to try and shake off this annoying virus thing that's been driving me mad for weeks. Tilly is at her Grandparents house today, so that I can catch up on a few chores that aren't very 'Trotter-friendly' and have a bit of a break.

I'm so lucky to have found her - she's an absolute joy. Of course, she drives me mad at times, and I'm certain that she despairs of me quite regularly! I took her to meet a big group of friends and their horses on Saturday, with some trepidation. I've mentioned a few times that up until now she's not been very steady around horses and livestock, so I had expected some 'issues'. She was absolutely brilliant - you would have thought that she'd been milling around horses legs since she'd been born. It may sound a little odd, but I was so proud of her. It's great to see her confidence growing by the day.

She even managed to exercise great restrain the other morning, when our usual walk was ruined by the presence of what seemed like a thousand orienteers. And she didn't chase, bite, or french kiss any of them. More's the pity.

Orienteering - now there's an activity I don't understand. Take lots and lots of people, dress them in lurid lycra cat-suits, and send them out to run aimlessly around a patch of land, glaring at any regular users who might have the audacity to be there at the same time.

They were like bloody ants running all over the hills. Most of them were extraordinarily rude, and clearly determined to achieve whatever their pointless aim might have been, with no concern for those who might be in their way. Of course, I beat them hands down in the grumpy stakes, and wandered around muttering about them churning up the paths and spoiling the view with their revolting lycra clad bodies - many of which bore an incredible similarity to porridge in tights.....

There was one notable exception. The one high point of the walk was when a beautiful blond girl, wearing spray-on lycra, leapt onto the path in front of me. Tilly was quite impressed with my turn of speed as I struggled to keep up with her, but alas, the best pair of buttocks I've seen for some time disappeared into the distance disappointingly quickly. There might be something in this orienteering lark after all........

Sunday, 6 January 2008

New Year Ramblings....

So much for my new years resolution to blog more frequently......

I can't pretend this festive season has been one that I'll remember too fondly. Apart from the underlying sadness at having spent it without Prince scampering around, it's been pretty much rendered redundant by illness. I had what I described as 'man-flu' before Christmas, and had a couple of days of feeling OK until my Boxing Day hangover morphed into true flu - complete with aches, pains, hot flushes, nausea and all the other delights that come with having real flu, rather than a fairly trivial, albeit male, cold. Both my parents, most of my friends, and my brother and his girlfriend, also came down with viruses and flu over Christmas - producing a very festive germ-pool as you can imagine! We're all at various stages of recovery now, which is good....

I took the decorations down today, and it's a great relief not to have to pretend to be festive any more. Tilly was suitably sour-faced throughout the process, as it couldn't really involve her, but she soon bucked-up when she realised that there was more floor space for play without the Christmas tree in the way. I wish Christmas had been a bit more positively memorable this year, as her first Christmas with me - but hopefully we can make up for it next year.

I'm also the proud owner of a new 'Trotter-mobile'. I'm one of the relatively small number of people who genuinely need to be able to drive across muddy fields and up farm tracks, so needed to replace my old estate car with a four wheel drive. I'm pleased with the new truck, and Tilly seems to thoroughly approve as she sits proudly in the back, but as ever it's tinged with sadness. Isn't it strange the things you can get sentimental about? Of course, I now need to sell my old car. This is the car that still has a million of Princes hairs embedded in the boot lining, and holds so many memories of holidays and days out with Princes little face silhouetted in the rear view mirror that it's painful to think of handing it over to someone else. It'll kill me to sell it, but unfortunately I have to be practical - and I've smashed the front bumper so many times trying to go 'cross-country' in it, that the time has come.

I wish I could stop being so bloody pathetic......