It has been a lovely day here in Wells; the sun has been out, although it was warm a slight breeze made it a really good day to be outside. The morning walk turned into an early afternoon stroll as everyone had a bit of a lie in, so, unsurprisingly, we ended up having lunch in the City Arms.
Service was spot on for this morning as the new barmaid, obviously well trained, brought me a bowl of water without any request being made and, importantly, before serving them their beer (which was a pint of Tournament Ale and apparently very nice – if they say so). The intention was to just drop in for a quick pint and go for a picnic later on up the hill overlooking the city – good idea – but I was sure this would never happen; nice weather, people in the pub to talk to and a nice pint – not a squizzles chance on a tweet up as they say. So they stayed, had lunch but only had two pints – now that did surprise me.
A ham platter on the new terrace
Mum had an egg and bacon salad a sort of brunch dish which she really enjoyed while Dad had a homemade burger, his first in 5 years and it apparently it was really yummy (well done Dom who made the burger) – I was given some chips which as ever were excellent. Much better than the food they had had in ASK (Wells) the night before.
Simon, the Frenchman, is trying to confuse me – he was actually really nice to me today but nasty to Dad. Without being told he brought out a platter of ham for me at the same time mum and dads food arrived. He then threatened to cut Dads portion in half as he thought there was too much food on the plate – something about Dad needing to get rid of some weight – Dad said ‘no’; me and mum kept very quiet! Then to add insult to injury (to Dad anyway) when I need to go to leave some peemails in the graveyard opposite Simon asked mum if he should take dads food away before he came back to finish it!
just relaxing on the terrace
Don’t tell Simon but after today he may have redeemed himself a little – lots more grovelling required though to make up for previous insults.
going up the hill for a picnic
Anyway we went back home but decided to go up the hill after all with my supper, some bread, cheese and a bottle wine (no surprise there then). The grass, ferns and thistles seemed to have multiplied massively and were on some sort of growth stimulant so they seemed to take ages to find somewhere suitable to settle down. Once they did settle down I got my tea first and some water and then I settled down to guard them while they had their food – and what a busy time I had.
Man comes up hill with his bike and big brown dog; neither of whom seemed to have any control. Dad had hold of me to stop me putting the youngster in its place and to allow it’s human to get hold of it – which eventually happened. Unfortunately once we settled down again Dad noticed I had a slight cut above my eye which healed up very quickly.
thought I heard something just then
We were all settled then the next dog came along an older collie who was interested in what was going on but it only had a quick look around before going back to find its human. As they both walked past us a short while later the collie just wandered past not paying us the slightest bit of attention. Well trained collie.
As we were just finishing everything off, I heard something and let and know something was amiss. He sat up and heard what I had heard, dogs barking, growling and fighting in the distance but coming up the hill. Dad stood up and looked down the hill and saw a pack of 7 labbies/labbie crosses fighting their way up the hill with their two humans.
just heard a commotion
Mum immediately started to pack the food away. We all just knew there was going to be trouble.
As they got closer I started to warn them off but Dad got hold of me and lifted me up; he said it was for the safety of the other dogs – but I think we both knew there may have been one too many for me to deal with.
Dad made sure they saw him standing up in good time but they did nothing to call the dogs back or keep them away from us. I know they saw us as I heard woman say ‘there’s a little dog up there’ – insulting or what?
Before we knew it they were all over the picnic rug with the stupid owners standing in the background with inane grins on their faces; as if it was our fault for allowing the picnic to distract their dogs!
I was telling them to behave, up in Dad’s arms, and at one stage he got concerned that they were beginning to circle round him looking in my direction but then they noticed an empty food tray of mine which mum had not had time to pick up. One of them ran off with it most of the others decided to follow it. But the stupid human woman took it out of the dog’s mouth about twenty yards away and threw it down in the long grass and walked off! Not just irresponsible dog owners but irresponsible litterers also.
I don’t blame the furs; they were hunting in a pack – but the humans ought to have more sense and sorted things out before they invaded the picnic. Now Mum and Dad know dogs and are not worried (a little concerned maybe but not worried) but what if there had been a child there or the humans had been afraid of dogs; it could have been really traumatic for some people.
I am sure there is a correlation between being an irresponsible dog owner and being irresponsible human beings!
If people are going to have packs of furs, or single furs for that matter, then they really ought to exercise some control over them and have some consideration and show some responsibility towards other people/furs who wish to enjoy the nice weather.
Anyway if I play my cards right they may let me stay on the big bed tonight to help me get over the trauma!