Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas…


But Ed isn’t impressed. Every year he watches us put up the Christmas tree with abject horror. I suppose most dogs are creatures of habit and routine, and Ed is no exception. I’m pretty certain he thinks our home is his kennel, basically, and he prefers things left as they should be- he certainly doesn’t appreciate his owners suddenly erecting a tree blocking his view through the window. Well, what’s a dog to do other than sulk? Ed can sulk like a champion, especially when his Christmas telly is ruined.

Ah, well a bit of explanation is in order about Ed and the window. He is obsessed with it- I don’t know, maybe its a Terrier thing, because he seems to be all territorial with everything beyond the window. We’re lucky, we have a field outside our front window, so that we overlook a central green of fields and pathways, which affords a really nice view of the seasons changing and people walking their dogs to and fro – naturally Ed knows most of them from encounters on our walks, he gets along famously with some, gets along less so with others. The ones he doesn’t get along with so well… well, Ed treats the fields as his own private space, naturally, and tells any miscreants off with passionate wild barks. Boy, Westies can bark (after two King Charles Cavaliers, its something of a culture shock).

We’ve taken to calling the window Ed’s television: we open the blinds in the morning and tell Ed his breakfast telly show is on, and he leaps up onto the sofa and surveys his territory eagerly… and if he goes too wild barking at some nuisance collie or huskie (two breeds he has a particular disgust at) we threaten him that we’ll switch his telly off and close the blinds. “Thats it! Telly’s off!” we’ll declare, shutting the blinds. Very often when I pop downstairs from working in the backroom and I see Ed still sitting in his usual attentive position looking out the window, I ask him if its just another repeat show (dog-walkers are creatures of habit too, and very often you could set your clock by them walking first one way, then back twenty minutes later) and late in the evening I’ll tell him its time for closedown as I close the blinds for the night. I don’t know. Maybe we’re going a little bit crazy.

Alas, we’ve gone and put up our Christmas tree today, blocking most of Ed’s usual television screen. Hence the sulk. Hopefully he doesn’t pull it down overnight…


On a Squirrel-hunt

edrun (2)After many years owning King Charles Cavaliers, I can only assume that Ed’s fascination-closing-on-obsession for hunting for squirrels when we are walking him in local parks is simply a Terrier thing (there are LOTS of ‘Terrier things’ as I have come to learn, all kinds of causes of endearment and amused frustration). The squirrels really don’t seem to mind- like cats, they seem to treat Ed with bored indifference, the grey rascals racing to the nearest tree and up into the leafy heights with nonchalant grace. Unfortunately as I’ve always got Ed on the lead, when he suddenly dashes off after his quarry he yanks at me so hard its caused me some shoulder injury when I’m walking one way and my arm is suddenly pulled some other (more important, as far as Ed is concerned) direction. 

Yesterday afternoon’s walk resulted in a grand total of seven squirrel sightings, which seemed to thrill Ed no end, even though he as usual got nowhere near them (if indeed God loves a trier then Ed has a special place in His affection). As a bonus Ed did spot a few cats on the walk to and from the park, but cats seem to treat leashed Westies with even more casual ignorance than squirrels do. Most of the feline fiends just sit there watching him go by (Ed often being dragged away by me, ‘natch), and Ed does his best to intimidate them with growls/barks and impressively threatening body language, but all to no avail. Cats are smart; they seem to know when a dog is on a lead and besides, they often know he’s hardly going to swing open a garden gate or leap over that hedge. And I suspect if ever Ed did catch up with a feline quarry, he’d come off the worst from such an encounter, so its perhaps just as well.

Its funny how terriers seem to represent all those characteristics of old tales of dogs. Can’t really say my Cavillers Barney or Ben were really perturbed by our postie, but Ed goes berserk whenever he observes the postie’s temerity of walking down our street -or worse, actually daring to walk up to our front door. All those Beano and Dandy comics I used to read as a kid, depicting dogs chasing posties or pulling letters out the letterbox, or barking after cats etc- turns out it was all true; not all dogs, it seems, are as chilled-out King Charles Cavillers. 

And yet, considering all the bravo and bluster that Ed demonstrates, the slightest crack of a distant firework sends him racing over to me to be picked up for the apparent rescue/safety of my arms, the trembling hairy wimp. Yes we’re really looking forward to Halloween/Firework season this Autumn.  

Apologies for the poor image quality illustrating this post, taken in fairly poor light on my phone its a wonder there is anything recognisable of my Westie at all- as far as Ed is concerned, when squirrels are abroad, posing for photographs is not at all important). 

Smarter Eddie

P1100125 (2)A week ahead of schedule – in yer face, Covid19- Ed gets his overdue grooming session and looks cute and tidy again.  So good in fact I think it deserves a second photograph. He certainly looks smarter than I do, I’m well past my grooming date (years past according to my wife, but hey ho at least I can resort to my astonishingly winning personality… I’ll, er, go get my coat….).

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Scruffy Eddie

P1100099 (2)Mark this as another casualty, Lockdown fans- this the current sorry state that Eddie is in, one week past his grooming session that was cancelled due to Covid19. I’ll have to trim his eyeline this coming weekend but thats about as far as I dare go for now. Westies are not to be trifled with.

(His grooming session has been postponed to May 27th in the hope that the Lockdown will be relaxed enough by then. If not, I may have to man up. It won’t be pretty. Fingers crossed for May 27th then!)

Eddie in 2020

P1100093 (2)Yep, Eddie’s back with his first appearance here in 2020, as usual perched on the arm of the sofa surveying the world beyond the front window, which we call his big television. He likes it when we switch it on in the morning (open blinds/curtains) and gets into a funk when close-down comes early (when it gets dark and we close the blinds). In between he thinks the programming is pretty fine, in which various dogs and their walkers cross the field in front of our house in all sorts of interesting ways (well, it fascinates Ed, anyway).

Its a funny thing, that cast of characters are almost following a programming similar to tv schedules, as most people have daily routines and take walks at certain times. So you know, the allegory may seem stretched but it works in a funny sort of way. Diesel and Bonnie are about as timely as episodes of Doctors or The Chase.

Ed likes some dogs, but hates others, and being a terrier, he lets you know about it. So if we’re in another room or upstairs, we can usually tell by the type of bark who’s walking outside before we look out to confirm it. The postie gets his own particular bark, as if he’s taking a very particular liberty walking by- mind, judging by the shorts he’s always wearing and the state of his pale legs, Ed may have a point.

Eddie on the Beach

P1090921 (2)Because its been a lovely warm (and unusually sunny) September this past week here in the UK and its been awhile since Eddie’s been on the beach. He takes some convincing to go down to the shoreline though- the sea is far too wet for this dog’s liking, and the idea of a doggy-paddle in the water, well, its just a bit too much like having a bath (Ed doesn’t like baths- maybe its a Terrier thing). And hey- its Ed’s birthday tomorrow! Yes, dog owners keep track of doggy birthdays, and amazingly Ed is three tomorrow. So anyway, here’s an Eddie pic.