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Our Last 2015 Walk on the Headland

We’ve been having really bad weather lately.  In fact, it is flooded in some parts of England and Scotland.  For those who are in the UK, hope you are all safe and dry.

When the rain stops, its best to head out or else you’ll end up stuck in your home and end up having cabin fever, especially when you have a dog.  And that’s precisely what we did a few days before the new year.

We bundled up, even though it has been relatively a mild winter, up in the headland though, it is always breezy.  A wooly hat, scarf and wellies are a must!

And sometimes, just sometimes, I have to drag little T along, especially when she claims to be tired.

And in the next minute, full of energy, running around like a loony just like her dog saying,  “I’m being blown by the wind!” 

And then giggles, as she drops her hat.

 What about you?

Have you been up and about this holiday break?

Little T & Doc explore Forrabury

Little T is on her two-week Easter break.

The first three days,

they went on a city-break.

She loved staying in the hotel.

“I want to live in a hotel forever!”  Says little T.

The next day, they went back home to their sleepy little village by the sea.

On the first day,

she finally convinced her mum to allow her to use the nail polish her best friend F gave her last Christmas.

So she painted her finger and toe-nails different colours: pink, red, blue and brown.

On the second day,

she painted some pictures.

“Here you go mummy!  More pictures for you to hang on our kitchen wall!”

On the third day,

she was bored.

Luckily for her,

it was another lovely sunshiny day.

As usual, her dad was busy doing his work upstairs

and her mum was busy with chores.

On impulse, she decided that she wanted to go out with her dog.

“Quick Doc, the sun is out.  It’s time for another adventure!”

Even before Doc could woof back, little T was out the door.

“Woof!  Wait for me!”

Little T was quick, and Doc panted behind her.

By the time he got to her, she was already opening the gate of Forrabury church.

“Woof, you were fast!  What are we going to do here?”

Asked Doc still panting beside her.

“That’s because you’re too slow, Doc!”  T winked at her dog.

“Now who are you calling slow?”  Doc called behind him as little T tried to keep up with her not-so-little doggie.

“I was just teasing you, you know” says T as she manages to finally keep up with him.

“Well, c’mon now Doc, quit sniffing and follow me!”  She says stomping ahead of him once again.

This time, Doc was fast and ran way ahead of her.

“C’mon Little T, you’re too slow now”.

“But I’m tired” whinged T.

“And I’m feeling hot now” she says taking off her jumper.

“I’m going back to the church!”

Doc trails behind trying ever so hard to carry her jumper for her.

But as they reached the door of the church, little T turned to Doc and said …

“I’m sorry Doc.  You’ll have to stay by the door, no dogs allowed”.

Doc sighed and gave in without an argument.

The truth was he too, was actually feeling really tired.

So he waited patiently for little T by the door.

As they left the church, Doc turned to T and asked …

“What did you do in there?”

Little T smiled and said “I prayed for you Doc!”

Doc wasn’t sure what that meant,

but he said Woof!  Thank you T.

You’re most welcome Doc.

All About The Cows

Yep, the blimming cows!

During autumn and winter, the National Trust who happens to own the headland near where we live, has an agreement with farmers in our area that allows their cows to graze on their property, which is supposed to help the wild flowers grow in the spring time.  I’m not really sure it’s working though …

The problem with the blimming cows is that the enormous headland suddenly becomes small.  And all the dog-walkers of course have to put their dogs in leashes, and when it rains non-stop, the headland’s walk-path becomes really mucky, almost impassable.  If you’re lucky, your boots won’t get stuck in all mud.  The locals in our area are not pleased with the cows, I don’t blame them.

So the first thing we do, as soon as we get to the headland is to take note of where the cows are.  Then we choose which part of the headland to head for.  Sometimes though, you’ll find them littered all over the stitches – when that’s the case.  I usually take Doc to the other part of the headland, which is separated by thick hedges and bushes.  That way, the excitable Doc can still have a run around, without the fear of disturbing the blimming cows.

Dear cows,

Please can we share the headland?

You can all stay on one side

and I’ll stay on the other side.


I love the smell of your dung.



HelloDoc (On Film)

I’ve been playing with the iMovie feature on my Mac a few days ago and came up with a “shortie” film of what our walk (Doc and I) is usually like.  It’s another way to show everyone what the headland is apart from the usual photos, if you’ve been following my blog for some time now, you’ve probably seen enough already, like this one:

I was supposed to post this last Friday, but I didn’t feel like it was appropriate, because sadly, my brother and his wife’s beloved dog passed away.  Milo, the loveliest-chocolate-lab I’ve ever known has gone up to doggie-heaven to be with all our past-dogs in our lives, including Mutt.  He was what I would call a gentle giant – big, cuddly and the most affectionate and kindest dog I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know.  The word “kind” may be a bit unusual to describe a dog, but if you knew him, you’d know what I meant.

On a lighter note, here’s little T’s loony dog… on screen.  As they would say:  sit back, relax and enjoy the “shortie”…

Doc from Little Steps on Vimeo.

(I did use some of the clips and photos twice, since I ran out of content to use)

This post is linked-up with PODcast’s #WhatsTheStory.

C is for Chase

Doc loves to play chase up on the headland.

This is where I take Doc out for his morning walks, up in the headland.  I’ve been wanting to take a photograph of this sea of wild flowers, but keep forgetting to take my camera with me.  Finally did.  Doc wasn’t supposed to be in the picture, but he saw me bend down and as I focused, he came bounding up to me with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

This is doggie-heaven.

Linking up once again with PODcast’s Alphabet Photography Project.

Do check out the other photographs as well.

Doggie Heaven

We live in Doggie Heaven.  There is a headland nearby where dogs can go for long walks, jump around like loonies and try to chase rabbits.  St. Peter’s woods is also close, complete with a river where dogs can go for a swim, if not they could also get all wet, smelly and chase seagulls down in the harbour.

Our dog Mutly liked to chase them, the rabbits.  But he was never lucky and never got around to catching one.  As mentioned on this post, we used to laugh and say he was a big joke in Bunny land, where bunnies liked to gather around the fire and talk and make fun about what a slow-poke he was.  I bet he was a legend!

We used to have rescue dog named Lila.  She was a hunter.  She came bounding up to us one day with a poor rabbit in her mouth.  I was so shocked.  She turned out to be a disturbed dog, not because she liked to kill rabbits, but she just turned on us on a few occasions.  When it became too frightening, we decided to take her back.  I still feel guilty about that now, especially when I think about what they must have done to her.

And then there’s Doc, hope he grows up to be a lot like the Mutt, already he is looking a bit like him.  Since he was a rescued pup, they were never really sure what kind of breed he was.  They though that he was a collie x lurcher.  But seeing Doc now, my husband and I think Mutly was a Bedlington cross too.

Doc loves the headland. We don’t put him off the leash yet, the vet said only to do it when we’re confident that he’d answer to our call – hopefully that will happen soon.  I doubt if he’ll chase rabbits though.  I bet the bunnies will take one look at him and say “Oh no, not another Mutt!”  And they’ll go home and tell everyone that the Mutt has been reincarnated.  I wonder if rabbits believe in reincarnation? Do you?

This post is linked-up with Coombe Mill’s Country Kids.