So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria; God, life and a small black dog


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Three years of Swingle

Three years of the joy of dog owning! We’re sure her Dad was a Labrador, the way she has to bring us a gift when we come home, her enormous appetite, her loving nature. Now a mature dog, her capacity for sleep is endless, especially if she has a pillow!

Her new hobby is snow rolling as its getting warmer, as I think her skin is itchy as she hasn’t swam since December. I’m not so mean as to bath her. A gentle if noisy dog, bless her!

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New phone, more blogging?

I rarely get a minute on the PC these days, so I’m giving this a try! Just need to get my camera to send to the phone and this is sorted! So lots more photos of a certain dog I guess!

Swingle’s lovely dead,frozen mouse……

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Happy Birthday Swingle!

Well, I’m guessing really, we know she was born in October. So now she’s officially three!  She’s really grown up this past year. She’s got her qualification in sleeping on the spare bed. She now is more picky about her own food, she’ll even leave her breakfast if I give her the wrong one. But she will never turn down a genuine Scoobie snack of any sort.  She doesn’t need quite so much exercise and now is more inclined when playing with Chira who is only a year old, to sit and watch her gallop around her and then suddenly pounce!  Her best friend is still Bella, they are just the greatest of mates.  I still curse myself for having introduced the two walks a day routine, but can’t break it!She’s an international dog, having travelled with us in the car through France and Germany and England. When we were there, we would go to the town parks to exercise her and there was always someone for her to play with, even if she did get attacked a couple of times. I got so fed up with people asking what breed she is, so I’d reply in German,’Lungaukletterhund’ which means Lungau climbing dog, where she still likes to leg it up steep sides. Most people were impressed, I think!

Her favourite hobby is barking especially with guests, and we haven’t really got on top of that one! She does have a tendancy to panic, if Dave or I raise our voices, where ever she is, she’ll rush in quivering and doing her paw thing until we convince her all is OK. But if we shout at her, it has no effect!  She still hunts woozles and mice in the undergrowth, but she’s not so sharp now and hasn’t had many this summer!  I think I’ve mentioned the wasps!

We can now leave her for about five hours alone at home, and she doesn’t destroy the place if she gets her treats as we leave! She wont now play with rubber or plastic toys, but give her a stuffed toy, she will disembowel it and play with it with great delight! She still rarely sleeps on our bed, which is a relief!

She regularly mugs pensioners, well. Mr B our neighbour who always has a treat for her in his pocket. She will also do anything for a good neck rub!

Wouldn’t be without her, Happy Birthday Swigs!


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Swingle and Wasps

Poor Swingle seems to be getting totally twitched about wasps! She had a sting on her eyelid when she was about a year old, but this year has been a disaster for her!  Firstly she got stung on her tummy while romping on the rocks at the castle. Then she ate one when I was out, but Dave was in and thankfully it was swallowed before it stung. Then I was at Elkes and Swingle was chomping on grass under an apple tree with her mate Chira, when she suddenly came running to me, her paw held high and shaking like a leaf. We couldn’t find and wound, but made a vets appointment for all the symptoms to be gone within an hour. Now today, a wasp flew in the house and she asked to be let into the garden, and I had to bribe her to get back in. Poor dog, she’ll need aversion therapy soon!


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Guilt

On Easter Bank Holiday Monday I took Swingle for a walk on the Felsen Promenade, which is a path cut into the cliffs on one side of Ramingstein, beloved by everyone and dogs too.  It was an eventful walk as first I tripped over a stone and couldn’t get up for a minute so Swingle had to wash my face! Then about halfway along  I saw an Easter egg and a Mars bar stashed at the side. Oh dear, someone missed one yesterday I thought. Swingle had smelt it and of she had been off the lead, she would have had it. So I walked on, and on return thought, what the heck! Swingle had the egg and I the chocolate.

When I got down to the road, I saw a Grandmother with a small Granddaughter carrying a bag and looking for something. Have you ever wanted the ground to swallow you up? I had passed them on the way up, they’d know it was me although someone else had taken the same route, I knew he hadn’t done the whole path. I was mortified. I decided in the end if challenged, I would say I thought it was a forgotten one and I was sorry. The truth. I had heard Dave’s voice at the back of my head saying to leave it, as she has said to many things over the years, but I ignored him. I didn’t tell him when I got home, but I did my mate Jenny, who burst out laughing. Serves them right, it shouldn’t have been left in a public place!

That helped but I still feel guilty!