So a day at Trentham and I soon took charge of my adorable Aunty Shelfie although she didnt seem to keen on coming to sniff posts with me BOL
And of course My Uncle Maxwell came along as well to join the gang. Uncle Maxwell knows all the best places for sniffing cos he gets to come to Trentham more than me.
Then My Aunty decides we have to walk with the Master and my miserable daddy Chalkie Scotty.
Of course my Aunty was very attentive as to what I was doing and always watching me!
Granny Pat arrived. We had to wait for Granny Katherine to get a hat as she was going on about it being cold! I kept survailance to the left whilst Uncle Maxwell took the right – although I think he was really watching for his Mom coming back!
The perfect twosome – except for some reason Aunty Shelfie didnt seem too keen on carrying me round this time!
The Hoomans all decided luch was a good idea so I got to chat with my Granny Pat.
Then the other Granny with THAT very PINK hat joined us!!!!!!!
The hoomans all tucked in their food whilst us starved dogs had to wait around.
Of course I waited very Patiently for any food!
Bertie waited patiently for food as well.
Oh and Uncle Maxwell…….well he was just in a reflective mood………
And then the sun went downn another wonderful Trentham Trip *sighs*
Arriving at my most awesome place to wander and gaze across the valley at the approaching rain storm and searchlight sunbeams.
I wait and watch as the lost souls gather on my Remembrance Hill
Onwards and Upwards……alert and climbing with memories
Maybe I see my supper down there!
Never tire of the magical skies over the hill……….the rain…….the sun…….the clouds………all mixed and stirred together………painting a scene………….to gaze on forever……
I watch as the sun tries to burst through glimpsing the radiant blue sky as its chased in the distance by the gathering storm rolling on across the valley towards my hill.
I continue on my journey upwards keeping my on a suitable supper.
Tis a picture that imprints itself on my memory forever………..serene……..just sitting here in reverence of my hill……….making peace with the inner soul…………waiting for the day…….as the turbulence of the onslaught of storms…………..races in behind………the angelic light that shimmers down………..sparkling the droplets of water…….starting to cry from above……………
I wait in peace for the storm to arrive……..and remember the many loved ones that roam my hill………till one day……..I can join them…………….
So we thought this was the start of summer. We strolled the owner down to the base camp for a walk and a think
Daddy Chalkie & Moi check out base camp
Its so peaceful down here we could stay forever. Of course I have certain duties to carry out. The perimeter needs sniffing……….
I also have to be alert for squirrels in the trees. They torment us pups by running up trees. Gracefully bounding through the tree tops. Not very sporting of them. So as well as sniff tests I scan the tree tops……..
Too hot today for the camp fire to be lit. So me and my Daddy just hang round whilst the Owner rests a while and takes loads of photographs. Apparently we should snatch every second moment of a day as time is a precious commodity that doesnt last forever.
Its soon time to start stripping the bark for my breakfast! I just loves peeling the bark off branches.Of course I get to scrunch them up as well and show off my pearly whites BOL
So after a lip smacking chomping session……………………………
I sometimes think the owner takes too many gazillions of photos! If only I could get hold of that camera…….but NO……..she just sits there in shorts, t shirt and that scarf taking my photo all the time. ‘CJ’ she says ‘every moment has to be captured, cherished and loved.’ I just give her that get out of my face look BOL
So now we sit in solitude…………the warmth of the sun on my back……………thinking and waiting……………the woods sing their song to me………………..life is springing up all around……….this is the start of a day of a scotty…………….and a good start it is………..
This is one of my favorite places on earth. The Owner has always known this Hill & Fell way before I was thought of but now it is part of me and I will love it forever. March is a busy month on the Hill. It all started many years ago when a little girl wanted to talk to her daddy in heaven so they ill was climbed and notes written and fastened to rockets and sent soaring into the sky for the reader. Today we carry on that tradition by taking 3 special rockets up to the cairn. Of course I lead the way up over the fell.
Its a grey damp miserable day today. The owner is coughing her way up behind me BOL. Of course there are many distractions on the meander to the cairn not in the least the many mole hills that need digging out and thoroughly sniffing for the chance of a critter for my supper. Tonight it is cold enough for the owner to make me wear a coat. I keep protesting that I am a Hardy Scotty but she insisted so if I want to walk I guess I have to compromise
And of course I keep having to stop and bark encouragement to my Daddy Chalkie to keep dragging the Master onwards and upwards.
The Master doesnt always make it this far. They usually just come round the lower part. The Cairn has been a bit of a struggle recently but so worth it. So we approach the cairn. On day I may even get to go further on and maybe the summit the next hill only just visible in the distance. But for now the Cairn is far enough.
We reach the Cairn at last. Tis a special place of Remembrance of all those we love and miss. My Uncle Caymus G. The greatest Scotty ever who would have been 15 today if he had survived. He will always be a big influence and inspiration in my life. Im proud I was named after him.I feel his soul close to mine today as he forever lives in my heart.
Then I place the flowers for my Uncle Tony’s birthday. He was very special too. I was born the same time he died and My very Special Aunty means so much to us. Nothing will ever be too much for me to do for her. I feel peace on these fells with everyone. I know their hearts are with me here and everywhere I go. The memories swirling in the wind shrouded in mist. This is where I want to be forever.
Now normally that would be it today. But yesterday we found out that our Drama Queen Uncle Markie died.He worked on the markets with us till recently. He drove my owner down to Stoke to get my Daddy. He always groomed my Daddy Chalkie & my Momma Bear Vader, even the Pesky westie Penny. He loved me and often strolled round the market with me and always had a cuddle for me. Its kind of a shock as although he has been ill a while he always said he was fine and everything was ok. This has now got the owner thinknign and asking all sorts of questions BOL. So far My special guy Markie RIP painfree and I will miss you so much huggle Uncle.
So we send 3 rockets heavenwards with messages, And as the sunsets somewhere in life we go away to question life, the universe and everything. Thinking of different paths, choices and decisions.
So I guess thats it for Remembrance Hill on this day. Time to wander home and reflect.
My Sunday started off with the usual patrol of the woods and graveyard, but then the owner said “CJ in the car” and another adventure begins. We have to drive for about half an hour then we hit the fells. The freedom of vast empty spaces to the untrained eye. To the highly trained scotty eye there is a vastness of new smells, criteters to chase, new hole to be dug just a million and one new things to do.
Half way up the climb is rock where I stop – it isnt at the bottom and it isnt at the top! BOL & I look out over this spectacular view – freedom as far as I can see if only I could escape the leash!
So beyond the view the owner for some reason goes straight up gurgling and breathing like a steam engine BOL! Best not complain too much or may not get out again. Anyway I like to deviate up and down the sides. Bouldering my way round new sniffs and critters holes.
And up we go again climbing our way to the desolate horizon only for me to notice an intruder which needed barking at to make them go away.
So my new found deep bark soon saw that off. There were still patches od crunchy soft snow allover the fells that had nestled down in the dips.After much searching I found the perfect snowdrift to make scotty angels in.
Finaly we meander to the top only to find out my Uncle Caymus is already there!
I was named after this inspiring brave scotty who stole everpawdys heart.
Then down to the bottom again. So love all this running around. And what does the over worked Terrier do after a ramble over the hills and fells?
Nice big bowlof food in the scottymobile before heading home for an evening stroll and supper!