No way! … I will NOT jump here!

As you know, we live near the big river Scheldt. We daily walk near the river, and there is a part of this walk… a bit special!

I step up a kind of alley that’s higher than the big path. It is near the water. People can sit on this part too! I like to walk on that!
BUT… In the end my small path is very bizar! It grows higher! And then it stops… 😦

Big problem: it is high!!! And I will NOT jump, from high up there. You hear me quite well: I will NOT jump! I say it, every time: Wafwaf! And no, I won’t come off earlier neither! I am an airedale, lady or not… 😉
I like to climb on paths and trees, but I will NOT jump down, I want to walk back down, all my life long!

So what happens every time? I stay up there, I will NOT jump off at the end, I return!!! before I turn, I give mum this big grinny smile! 😉 Oh yes… and I jump off when I want to! 😉 Like this game! 🙂 ❤

When mum is in a hurry, she takes me off and puts me down, that’s less amusing of course… 😦

WWW and… being in the Irish business!

Well, this WWW we had another accidental “rendez-vous” with one of my (library-)mum’s colleagues! That colleague is the mum of four Irish Wolfhounds! And one of them, black Kato, had a litter of nine pups 15 weeks ago! That’s quite a gang, I can tell you! 😉

So this afternoon I was in the Irish business of playing and running. 🙂 That’s very tiring, they are much bigger and faster! And… they love the water! They went for a swim, I wettened my belt! 🙂 And then, when we were returning to go home, I saw that ball in the water. Of course I wanted that ball! I tried to get it! Just when I arrived and could pick it up, it floated away again. 😦 So I was a pissed and frustrated airelady and I hopped out of the water as quick as I could. (red thing did not quick enough the clickclickclick at that moment-hahaha-you only see the end of the hopping). Mum said my face was priceless! 😉

Anyway, it still stands: I like wednesday afternoons and rendez-vous!

Mum Kato!

What’s that all about?

Saying hello and kissing of course!

Little exercise in… tug-of-war-fighting!

Geplaatst door Patricia Dale in Dag in, dag uit en getagd met airedale Kita 1 juni 2015

My mum does not like fighting! She even does not like tug-of-war-fighting. That’s a pity, because my grandpa Lennox always said it is so much fun! He had that heroic story about it… When he was at mum’s and dad’s place in the very beginning, he was three years old and very, very strong! (he once pulled mum into the hospital, but that’s another story!)
So he was very strong and did not know any command! He had to learn a lot. So at a certain moment after training, dad played tug-of-war with him. Grandpa was dad’s first dog… They were playing but then grandpa thaught he was stronger than dad and got angry! He wanted to be the alpha, he said… So they got in a bit of a real fight! Who won? Not grandpa! Go figure: how could he ever think he could win from dad??? 😉 He still regretted that when he was 15 years old, he did admit that! 😉

So, now and then, dad plays tug-of-war with me! I’m not half as strong as my grandpa was. Thinking about his story, I just play: I don’t try to fight! I don’t get in any fight! Real fights are never good, says my mum! And in this I do agree with her! That happens sometimes, you know, that we agree! No fights, just playing! That’s fun… but difficult to make pics of! 😉