Mud woman??

Can you believe it? Someone searched for 'mud woman' and found this blog! Imagine their surprise, imagine my surprise! I have been muddy, dog walkers sometimes are, but I'm mostly just mad.

There was something mad going on last night in the Village. The foxes were at it - all night long. Screeching and moaning and barking. It sounded like an orgy in the woods. It really upset the Boxers. The big big dog barked for about an hour; a high-pitched pathetic bark as if to say 'Mummy, what are those naughty foxes doing when it's bed time?'. Exactly. The little big dog slept through it all. 

Perhaps he was too tired to move after discovering the hedgehogs are awake in the hedge. Poor things. The Boxers have been watching them for two days. As long as they don't come out of the hedge, they'll be fine. Read what happened last spring.

The boys have been a bit tired today and are now having a lie-down; must have been that little bit of savoury mince at lunctime. Come to think of it, I had the same thing and could also do with a nap, but have just noticed a grassy vomit in the bed (dog bed!).

And finally, we must apologise to the hash runners. I've been meaning to for sometime. Really sorry if some of the hashers couldn't follow the trail. The Boxers may have eaten the hash flour marks in the woods...

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A GHOST IN THE WOODS

It's been such a busy week and every day I seem to walk the dogs later and later. It doesn't help that the days are getting shorter and shorter at the moment. We only set out at dusk today, the (almost) full moon was rising.  We saw a ghostly figure in the woods. Of course, I know he's not a ghost, he's one of the village people. No, not one of The Village People (you have to be over 40 to remember them, 'Y-M-C-A' .... Christmas party on my mind!), but one of the elderly residents of the village. 

The dogs think differently. He unnerves them, moving quietly through the undergrowth and appearing as if from nowhere. The first time I saw him I had to stifle a scream (shivers at the thought), then asked the font of all knowledge in the village who he is. He lives in the big house where Midsomer Murders is sometimes filmed - really! Spooky!

Anyway, I know what he's up to in the woods. I've seen him. He's leaving food for the foxes. It's an eclectic diet he serves for them. Sometimes cake, or chips, rice or bread. I have to stop my guzzlers from diving in there. I'm not sure I have sympathy for his cause. Last winter, whilst walking the dogs in the snow, we were followed by a hungry vixen. She wasn't aggressive but she watched us carefully to see if we dropped anything - as if! Surprisingly, the dogs weren't bothered at all. Perhaps they recognised a kindred spirit. 

We do enjoy our daily adventures - why not tell me about your dog walking adventures?

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