The Great Escape

Hows your January going? They say (whoever they are?) that it's a really depressing time of the year, not for me though, perhaps it's because I'm still a young boy?

Of course I get a bit fed up with the short days and the cold (although so far the weather has not been that bad where I live) and being left out in my run when they're all at work. But I just keep myself entertained and I like to find myself a challenge to pass the time away!

Anyway if you are suffering from the winter blues I'll try and cheer you up a bit with my latest tales.

New years day on Aldeburgh beach

Good old Sam took me - it's been nice having him at home.

Sea defences or should that be wee defences?

Late afternoon in my woods.

Here's one of those pools that I run off to now and then. I resisted today.

Me in action.

The bastard - he's been back in Viet f**kin Nam two minutes and he's got yellow fever again. That mut is really ugly as well, plus it wouldn't even make a decent meal - not that I advocate eating dogs, but...

As I said earlier I like to find a challenge

A bright January morning in my woods.

A couple of black & white shots - getting arty in 2015

I got nominated to do this stupid balancing act with a biscuit by Kara. I wasn't about to let some old bitch get one over me on Facebook though. Don't let on but it took ages to do, it's not that easy keeping your head still with food right in front of your eyes!

We had a bit of a drama last week and it was all my fault. Dad was merrily working away (dad, merrily? mmm!) in the centre of Ipswich when he got a phone call from a random lady. "I don't know who you are, but I've got your dog here!" She had obviously got his number from the tag on my collar.

I knew who she was because I had escaped from my run and gone for a wander up the road, ending up in her back garden! I think I gave her a bit of a fright when she looked out of her kitchen window and saw me there.

They established who each other were and where I lived - I couldn't tell her, could I? Dad explained where he was working etc and she said that I could stay in her garden until he could get back and that I was a well behaved boy and very friendly. I don't think he agreed with her at that particular moment  in time though!

By the time he got back to pick me up a couple of hours later, I was in the kitchen entertaining her children and their mates after they had got home from school. I think one of them thought that I was their new pet!

Anyway we all said goodbye - they were all full of praise for me saying how good I had been and what good company I am etc. "Yeah, he's a good boy" I heard dad say, before adding "Well, no he's a naughty boy actually" realising why we were both there.

Thats the hole from the front garden.

Here's how I done it:-  I moved that slab and those block paving bricks and then got digging. Max said I was like James Bronson in The Great Escape, he meant Charles Bronson, the 'Tunnel King', getting him muddled up with James Garner the 'Scrounger'!

Do you think I look pleased with myself?

I had to demonstrate how I had got out

Max asked me if my tunnel was called Tom, Dick or Harry? To be honest I hadn't given it a thought, I just wanted to get out.

Shit - reinforcements!

 

I promise I won't try to escape again.

Well I had a really good day out of my run. Mum was all stressy when she found out "Oh my god, he could have run out in front of a car and got killed." Dad said it reminded him of having a phone call from school when Sam & Max were little and that he thought those days were over!

You can watch the reenactment of my escape on You Tube.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjhZHZE8m3o

A few days later we took the lady a bottle of wine round to say thank you to her. She lives in that bungalow on the right, you can  just about see my house in the background, behind that really tall tree.

Look what popped through the letter box the other day, 'Places & Faces The magazine for Norfolk and Suffolk'.  Sounds a bit too Alan Partridge for my liking! However inside was a new Darcy dog walk in Easton, which is about ten miles from home.

Here we go then. I wonder what they do at Easton Bowls club? 

Didn't take me long to find a puddle.

Much to their disaproval.

'Cor that's a big un!'

Some random woman offered to take this one.

Enjoying the Suffolk landscape

Lifes a ditch.

I wonder if I could get a Saturday job here?

We came across these measures

by the side of the road - how weird.

So I thought I'd see how tall I am. 

Then I saw this sign or is it an advert? I think mums looking for one.

Bonus time - The River Deben and a chance to rinse off all of that shitty water.

Back in Easton

The Easton White Horse, I remember swapping World Cup stickers here last summer. Do you know what? We go for a 'Pub dog walk' and we don't get to go to the pub! Mum & dad are doing dry January again - boring.

Look, there's one of those Fords behind us. So that was my first proper outing of 2015 and we didn't get lost once - which is a miracle with those two! 

Just a foot note, I might not be able to tunnel my way out...

I'm in the shit again! Dad wasn't that impressed with me when I met him at the back gate.

That's all folks.
See you all soon.
Lots of love Rudie The Dog xx