Squirrel watch


Budleigh spends all his spare time at the window, scanning the garden. What are you looking for, Budleigh?

Squirrels! They come to the garden feeders almost as often as the wild birds we love.

You're making a bit of a mess of the sofa, Budleigh.

Seen anything yet?

Asleep on duty.
It's hard work, all this looking and looking.
Shhhhhhh! Sleep well, little dog.

Long autumn shadows


It's a glorious day, not a cloud to be seen. Let's go to Perranporth. The beach there is wide and beautiful.

The sand is smooth with hardly any footprints anywhere.

Lots of people are walking with their dogs. It seems that everyone has a furry companion like you, Budleigh.

Horses are plodding along. Hugh wishes he had his lovely horse Sienna with him. How she would have loved the freedom and the soft sand but I think she has never seen the sea in all her life.

Some people come on horseback, others exercise their dogs this way. That's a handy buggy.

Don't on any account touch one of these jelly fish, Budleigh, not even with the tip of your nose.

Look! There are thousands of them on this beach stretching in a glistening line from end to end.

Oh no, you mustn't steal toys. This lady isn't at all pleased that you took her dog's ball.

Here's a reward for giving it back - after a bit of a battle.

No one's going to take this toy away. Budleigh's property. You're not good at sharing are you?

A quick drink from the new dog bottle. Far better for you than all that sea water you drank last time.

The sun is low and we're casting long shadows. We've had a perfect afternoon on Perranporth beach.

On guard!


We can see the lane and the road to the village centre from the pottery windows.
It's quiet most of the time but a dog needs to know what's going at every moment.
Those pots are in Budleigh's way.

The other window gives a clearer view of the little station, the cars and the passers-by.

Satisfied that all is well, Budleigh is weighing up his chances of throwing a pot. Surely four paws would be even better than two hands?

Perhaps not. Besides, there is more to see from the pottery door - wasn't that Oakley going past? Or Sherman? Or that new St Bernard which moved here a couple of months ago?
There's work to be done. On guard!

Perranporth Beach


Here we are on the glorious wide beach at Perranporth. Damp packed sand, surf rolling in. So exciting for a small dog but the waves rush at you so fast that it's scary.
Budleigh's not a water dog.

Careful, Budleigh. Don't even go near to this Portuguese Man of War. Hundreds have been washed up along the Cornish coast.
Yes, we know it's dead but it's best to be cautious.

There are dogs running everywhere. Some people have more than one!
Sometimes, though, they don't appreciate being disturbed while they change after swimming.

Here's a friendly spaniel with a special ball on a loop of rope. Lucky him. It looks even more interesting than Budleigh's new tennis ball. Let's see if they'll play together.

The ball goes flying. Budleigh's a fast runner - really fast - but the spaniel gets there first.

Never mind, there'll be other visits to the beach now it's October and the 'No Dogs on This Beach' ban has been lifted.
And we'll buy you one of those exciting toys.

Photos: Hugh
Words: Christine

Ah, this is much better


There's a lovely shady path near home which borders a shallow stream.
The perfect place to take Budleigh to cool off.
He has been quite knocked out by the heat this week.

In he went, rather nervously at first.

This is unexpectedly nice.

Look, Budleigh, a stone. Let's play.

This has to be the best game, fetching stones from deep water.
We'll come paddling again soon.

Christine