Grey's Retirement

Today its Christmas Eve, and from the smell of the packages with my name on I think I may have some nice treats coming.

We went out in the car today and visited the seaside.  It was cold and bracing but I had one of my winter coats on so was quite cosy underneath.

It seems we were not the only ones with the idea of a beach walk, as there was lots of dogs around, but I did not spot any hounds.

After the walk which was fun, I was glad to get back home.  Richard lit a nice fire so with my bed close by I enjoyed a quiet snooze before teatime.

Weekends usually mean a long walk, but Richard only took be for a short walk this Saturday morning so I knew they had something planned.

After breakfast it was a trip into Lincoln where Caroline dropped me and Richard off at the Race Course Grandstand, from there we had a steady walk along the Canal, lots of new smells and a fun walk before we got into town proper.

We walked over a bridge which was not nice as they had large trucks going over it and I am not keen on traffic.  Once over the bridge we popped into one of my favourite shops, Pets at Home, where a very nice lady gave me treats and also cut my nails.

From there we walked towards the cathedral, to get there we had to walk up the steepest hill I have ever seen, and even with my super-fit greyhound stamina, I was still out of breath by the time I reached the top.

Once at the top we met up with Caroline again, while I had been getting my nails done she had been getting her hair done.  I do like my staff to be smartly attired.

From there we walked back to the car home for a nice long rest.

But that was not the end of the days adventures, when it got close to teatime we headed back off in the car again to visit Aunty Angela.  We had all had a nice tea there and I got to have a nice long sleep.  Just to be comfy I did take my own bed, its always nice to sleep in comfort even when you are away from home.

A trip in the car, where I have a loverly large bed in the boot is always fun, it generally means either a trip to see Grandad or Granmother (which also means treats)!

This time the trip was longer and we ended up at Belton House.

Well bless my paws; we arrived to find about another fifty hounds also here!

We had a grand day out, walking the grounds, meeting deer and sheep, though we were not permitted to chase them.

Its been an exciting week here in the Brown Family.  While my noisy feathered sisters had to stay at home (the chickens) and my big brother Oz guarded the house (Oz the Corn Snake); Richard, Caroline and myself went away for a few days.

The first trip was just a day out to the beach, but I had lots of fun running on the sand, the second trip lasted several days and we got to visit new places to sleep, new pubs to eat in and I encountered strange new creatures called kittens.

We stopped in an old converted barn, Caroline and Richard had to sleep in a strange bed but I made them bring my usual bed with them in the car, no strange beds for me.  The bedroom was a little confusing as it had these things called french doors, outside there was a lovely view of a pond but the french doors have this stuff called glass going from floor to ceiling and it was not until I bumped my noise that I realised the glass was in the way.  I ate outside next to the pond at the barn enjoying the view.

We shared the barn with some kittens which I ignored as you just could not get a sensible conversation out of them.  Too interested in catnip, wool and climbing curtains, a rather dangerous enterprise I think you will agree.

The pub where Richard and Caroline had their evening meals had a number of dogs in it also visiting the area, including one called Boo a large standard poodle who lived there.  With me being a greyhound I was allowed to sit with Richard and Caroline while they ate.

The days were long and lots of walking was involved, some of the shops allowed dogs in and we went to investigate, others did not (did they not realise I am a Hound not a lowly Dog).

One place we visited was very exciting.  It was called a pier and you could walk on it and have the sea crash under your feet, very exciting.  The coffee shop on the pier also allowed me in, and Richard and Caroline had hot chocolate and I had some cake that Richard dropped on my head!  I am sure he meant to pass it me but these things happen.

Over all an exciting time and I look forward to my next adventure with great interest.