While we were snowed in this weekend, Elizabeth decided to go through some of her old things. Among them she found a postcard of a place she visited when she was a child, Bourton-on-the-Water Model Village. She showed it to me and told me what a nifty place it was – everything built to scale. It was like a three dimensional map of the village. There was even a model of the model village in the model village. Kinda got my head spinning. I don’t think I could have nosed my way into any of the houses. Not very useful…. But it seemed to bring some happy memories back for Elizabeth, that picture.
Elizabeth finished tidying, then shovelled snow, knitted, shovelled more snow, fed the birds, shovelled more snow and shovelled some more snow for the rest of the weekend. She hasn’t put on her webbed paw extenders yet, but I know she’s thinking about it. I think all the shovelling has made her too tired to pack the trail.
I was pretty much at loose ends. There haven’t been any intruders other than a few small growly beasts that race on the hard water of the river. I barked at them for a while from my lookout. Otherwise, it’s been a bit boring. We haven’t even gone for any rides in our growly beast since Thursday.
Here’s why we haven’t gone for a ride…
No one has come to visit – they can’t get in any better than we can get out!
It’s been pretty quiet.
Yesterday morning while Elizabeth was shovelling the wooden walkway in front of the cooking room, a huge, dark grey, very noisy bird flew low over the house. I’ve never seen anything like it before! I thought it was low enough to be a threat, so I barked at it and it turned sharply and flew away. I’m sure that if it had landed on the house it would have crushed it. I’ve never seen a bird that big before! It was colossal.
Elizabeth said two-leggers ride inside and use them for search and rescue operations. She says maybe the military were practicing, or maybe there are two-leggers in trouble in the area and the military two-leggers are trying to find and help them. She called the big bird a Hercules Airplane.
I thought maybe they were looking for us the way it swooped down at the house, but Elizabeth says she doesn’t think so. I’m sorry now that I scared it away.
Elizabeth had just finished shovelling the porch deck off when Rob the Snowman came down the hill to rescue us. Before I could say hello, though, he’d turned around and left!
Rob the Snowman comes to rescue us.
When I saw the pile of snow he left, I had an idea. I tore up the hill to try to catch him. I’m very fast, fortunately, and I found him and told him to come back. I had something I wanted him to do for me! Rob’s a very nice two-legger. Anyone who does snow rescue missions must be! He turned around and came back.
I found Rob the Snowman and brought him back…
I supervised him while he worked hard to put my plan into effect.
Let that blade down just a bit more, Rob… That’s it!
Easy does it. Mind our growly beast!
Move it just over there. A little more… Got it!
At last we were done. After Rob the Snowman said goodbye, I went over for a final inspection:
The Final Inspection
My Model Pyrenees Mountain Range! Pretty good, eh? ~:oD=