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Mr Rigg has complained that I haven’t shared a photo of Buddy with his new hair cut. I would say it’s his summer hair cut, but seen as we haven’t really had a hot summer that would necessitate a trim, and because we got it cut right at the end of August, I can’t really. So, this is what Buddy looks like now (and above)…
Taken today at Dunham Massey
And if you remember from my previous post he did look like this…
I must say he looks like a ragamuffin…
Ha! It’s like having a different dog! This is certainly the shortest he’s ever been cut, I was a bit shocked at first, but I actually quite like it now – especially as we now know he’s an Irish Terrier cross Poodle, you can really see the Terrier in him.
Thoughts on a postcard – all those in favour of the long curly locks, or all those in favour of the short but sweet look 🙂
Whilst this blog was mainly started to share my love of food, I did enjoy it more when I shared snippets of our life as well as just what we’re eating. In a brief return to that, here’s what we’ve been up to recently (it makes me realise perhaps I haven’t shared general life happenings as much because they’re a bit unglamorous)…
We don’t look at the bottom of the garden and what is supposed to be my vegetable beds – it is a jungle and a mess. Misery making. It never used to be like this, when did life get so complicated and busy that I couldn’t grow tasty things to eat?
Mr Rigg recently did his back in and spent a week doing this…which as it happens is Buddy’s favourite sleeping pose…boys…
A year ago Buddy came into our lives. Twelve months ago he was a rather forlorn, sorry-looking thing – skinny, timid and very much alone.
A very skinny looking Buddy March 2010…
He’s now come out of his shell, is bouncy, loving, smart and full of beans. He may still be a nutcase outside, anxious around other dogs, and occasionally greet us when we get home from work with a can of tinned tomatoes in his mouth…but we love him.
Here he is today, looking handsome, healthy and still pulling that woeful look that I first fell in love with at the dogs home.
Buddy March 2011
Wishing you all a very Happy New Year!
Mr Rigg, Buddy and I spent this morning down on the allotment attempting to work off the copious amounts of rich food we have eaten over Christmas.
Though the jobs involved shifting poo and digging out a small oak tree, and at one point the rain came driving down, we had a good morning.
The large mound of manure has now gone and the allotment looks very neat…if very brown and slightly smelly. We relocated four rhubarb crowns from the middle of the allotment to the bottom, to sit happily with the other rhubarb plants.
I cleared quite a number of ratty looking raspberry canes from the end behind the ‘shed’ (should be called a shack really), and together we dug out a small oak tree (one more to go). I know it sounds terrible to be digging out an oak tree, but the allotment officer advised we should before they get too big.
Before we left we lit up the Kelly Kettle – its first use, despite being Mr Rigg’s birthday present back in May.
With the bottom part filled with newspaper and tiny fir cones, it soon got the water boiling and we enjoyed a cup of herbal tea in our new enamel ‘Keep Calm and Carry On’ mugs. Perfect for allotment picnics!
Our Christmas day morning was spent munching on some of the best bought buttery croissants (from Waitrose) topped with generous spoonfuls of our homemade strawberry jam. And if you’re me, an extra helping of butter.
Then we helped Buddy open his stocking – our first Christmas with him – and he was so funny. He was so interested as Mr Rigg began to open the bag of goodies…
perhaps not so keen on the silly Father Christmas hat and scarf chosen by me…
…but he does love his new friend Mr Pheasant…
…especially when you squeeze him and he honks …
Ah, the joys of Christmas with animals!
What do you think of Buddy’s new snow beard? Perhaps more a goatee. As you can see he is having great fun in the snow – he races around the garden, growling, trying to eat mouthfuls of it, and get you to play with him.
The downside is he comes back in sporting a snow beard. And then he’s made to sit still while I snap silly pictures of him – he doesn’t seem to be a dog who likes his photo taken.
But the upside of frosty beards and chilly paws…snuggling in towels in the warmth of the kitchen…all say awww…
Here’s our lovely dog Buddy posing as I test out my new camera! I’ve finally (FINALLY!) saved up enough to buy myself a really great camera.
No more slightly dodgy phone camera pictures. No more badly composed broken-screen camera photos. Just lovely lovely pictures…well as long as I can figure out all the different settings and how to use it properly!
Yesterday we had a lovely time playing with Buddy in our local park. If you throw a tennis ball he’s off like a shot after it and determined to catch it, with lots of growling if he misses it.
With the weather bringing more rain the park is getting wetter, which ultimately means more chance to slip. Buddy has had a few near misses in his determination to ‘get that ball’.
Yesterday the near misses culminated in one almighty tumble – first his front legs slid under him, then his shoulder and face met with the muddy grass, his bottom and feet came up over his shoulders and finished in a roll.
Poor Buddy – he had a mouth full of grass, one side of his face the hair was slicked back, his collar was full of mud – but he looked so happy! He was less happy when we got home and the hose pipe came out…
We also tried Petplan’s pet IQ test out on Buddy over the weekend and he scored quite well – good fun have a go!
Tonight we enjoyed a picnic dinner at our allotment after an hour or two of raised bed construction. This is what we managed to achieve – one half of my new herb bed:
We ate Majorcan new potatoes boiled then smothered hot in goat’s butter and lots of salt and pepper … grilled blackened sausages from Little Heath Farm in Dunham Massey dunked in Wilkin & Son’s tomato ketchup …
sliced tomatoes sprinkled liberally with salt and garnished with torn basil leaves (totally unseasonal but irresistable as the weather starts to warm) …
and slices of coffee coloured seeded bread from Red House Farm smeared with Oxford Blue cheese …
Sitting on an old rug looking out over our allotment eating good grub – what a blissful way to spend a weekday evening. Buddy peered down at us from the boot of the car, his nose twitching as the smell of sausages wafted up his nostrils.
Two little robins hopped around the allotments, perched on the spade…
then a tub of chicken manure pellets…
and finally an orange plastic bottle balanced atop a bamboo cane…
Heavenly.
Eat the Earth 
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