Fireworks Without the Bangy Bits

We all know that sometimes dogs get terrified over the Halloween period, what with the constant banging of fireworks and bangers during the night. Being in the countryside, we don’t really have that problem, apart from poor Jack who stays in his kennel for hours on end at the sound of a gunshot/firework/banger in the distance. So for Jack, and all of your poor city dogs who get terrified of fireworks, here are a few of my favourite pictures from this year’s Hallow Tides celebration in Newcastle.

Hope everyone has a smashing Halloween night. Cheeio, spooks!

Tricks & Treats

It is Halloween tomorrow, and the annual Halloween Photos of Spookiness have been taken. Well, they’re not exactly spooky, but they have got pumpkins and lights and even a ghost. Ben is completely enthusiastic about the whole thing.

Last year’s Halloween photos included two pumpkins, a hedge and a bale of straw (you can have a peek here). This year we have The Chair and some Halloween props that I’ve gathered up over the past three years.

Ben’s trick would be sitting still for long periods of time so he can have his photo taken. He can have a treat now.

Next up for getting their photo taken was Sheila. She spent her time with Sparkles the Halloween Cat of Evil. And a witch’s hat.

I think Sheila’s ears would make sure that she could hear all of the spooks…

Next up was Pip. Now, Pip is a very happy dog by nature, so she was very excited to hear that she would be getting her photo taken with none other than a ghost.

This is Sparkle the Ghost of Halloween – you may notice that everything is called Sparkle, and that’s because they have lights in them that… well, sparkle.

And of course the pumpkin’s back…

Teddy was the final contender for the Chair (that does not sound at all like something out of a game show).

He had Sparkle the pumpkin for company.

Happy Halloween!

The Eyes Have It


I have been practising with my camera with the help of Ben. He’s very good at this sort of thing.

Just look at that face – how could I not take his picture?

Those eyes… they demand to be captured.

I think I need to take Ben’s picture again now…



Indoors and Out

I'm still learning the ins and outs of my new camera - such fun!

And he's growing so fast - he's four months now.

Teddy makes me squee!

Barmy Bulls and Birthdays

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A short story from my cousin, James!


The big day had arrived. And someone, more than any animal on the farm was feeling the pressure. That dog was Sheila. And as the second oldest dog on the farm, boy, she was feeling a lot of it, as well as a morsel of fear. Not very common in Sheila but this was an exception.

The whole farm would be counting on her to perform exceptionally well on this big day and they certainly had great expectations. To say she was worried would be a huge understatement indeed.

This was the day of the Sheepdog Trials. Many dogs representing their home farms would be there too, not just Sheila. The whole farm would be watching her.

As she sat in the old, aged Land Rover’s boot she stared nervously through the big window as the vast, colossal world flew by with ease on this lovely and slightly breezy day.

Sooner than she expected, the vehicle trundled to a stop. She had many visions and daunting thoughts about this almost overwhelming event. The human walked out slowly and said a few things only humans can understand. Who knows what they were saying? Sheila didn’t as she looked around.

She and her master stopped suddenly beside a post in the field. There was a small breeze of cold wind passing though Sheila’s ears, which only added to her dreading of the event. There was some reassurance though, as the sheep were tired from many hours of frantically running about, so her job would be fairly easy.

“Sheila of Greenhill Farm is our last entrant!” boomed the speaker nearby. Sheila then moved into position and got to work. The sheep cooperated very well with her and listened very carefully. She was making great progress.

Meanwhile, back at the farm, Hank the white bull stood in his field, alone.On his birthday.

He was rather lonely as he stood and looked at his cake, his card and a few balloons. Everyone was busy watching the trials on television and had completely forgotten about Hank. He wished he could be noticed. Then, he had an idea...

Nearby, from a distance, Pip noticed Hank leave his field. She was very surprised by this and thought something odd was going on, and decided to follow him. He was heading towards the trial. By now, the distance between the animals had grew, so Hank never really noticed Pip who had found a place with a good view – a rather tall old box. She did know however, that Hank was eyeing the event nearby.

Before Pip was to do anything Hank ran down the hill. He ran and ran and was very agile, as well as rough. He burst through the fence like a bulldozer in the field which the Sheepdog Trials were held this year. The sheep were shocked and ran about with panic, causing chaos, and also leaving Sheila in shock somewhat. Although Sheila wasn’t perhaps considered a friend in quite the same light as the other dogs were (Jack, Ben, and Fly) she was still a teacher to an extent for Pip and as a fellow dog, needed helping. But what could she do? As fast as she was, Hank was relentless and almost unstoppable. But she still would keep on running

Meanwhile much nearer to the field was Ben, who had been watching the event for a while, but then was left pondering what to do as in his world, the best entertainment can come from a toy. However no Kongs were nearby so he instead decided to entertain himself with a random thick rope which he had tied from one end of the stone walls to the other, also using sticks. He was then staring at it and heard something.

It was an increasingly loud noise of hooves approaching. He knew that Hank was not far off so he hid behind the bush. Maybe this would work, he thought. He hid behind the bush and waited. Then out of nowhere he saw Hank run. Despite, having been almost unstoppable, Hank was still using all of his remaining energy. Pip, who had finally caught up with him had sneaked behind Hank and wondered if she should bite him. She decided it was for the better, so she gave him a quick bite in the leg. Hank was startled by this sudden nip and ran and ran, then tripped over the rope Ben had set up. Thud!

After all this chaos had been finished, Hank was returned safely to his field, while Sheila, as Hank had hindered her time unfairly, was given a rerun, and she did really well, and went on to claim 1st prize. The whole farm was proud of her, and she thanked Ben reluctantly.

Introducing Pip's Angry Face


It is actually seriously terrifying.

Give me toy. *Death glare*

I think she's been having lessons from Sheila...

Teddy's too cute to be affected by a death glare. It just bounces off his nose.

See how he just watches as Ben and Pip become entangled in a mass of teeth and flailing limbs?

Pip's friggin' scary. But also a bit weird. As are Ben's eyes...

Teddy is too cute to be weird.

He stares Sprollies in the face. And smiles.

That smile would melt a glacier.

Teddy likes to follow Ben's example. Chasing Pip with that poor hedgehog is a fun activity.

But mostly he's just cute.

Pip is really good at being tall and slim.

Teddy wants.

Teddy tries to get.

Teddy gets.

Teddy runs.

In the war of Sprollies vs. Border Collies, Sprollie wins.

Like his half-sister, Ben can be really scary when he wants to.

Teddy is usually at the receiving end of the teeth. But it is understandable. He does nothing but annoy others.

Me? Never. *Cheesy grin*

Pip runs away with Christmas.

Teddy stares anger in the face. And then he steels its toy.