No More Scooby Snacks

IMG_4004Something has gone wrong with my food supply. I don’t know why but the ready and varied snacks have dwindled. Jaq is talking diets and how we need to be ‘beach body ready’ but I have no clue what that means.

And to make matters worse, she made me stand on that glass thing for a ‘weigh-in’, and I tried not to comply but she forced me and then said things have got to change.

What is a day without treats? It’s a dull day, that’s what I say, though I did see all my mates in the park – apart from Dougal that is. He’s a little out of favour after he killed a squirrel. How did he manage to catch it? That’s what I want to know. I’ve been bombing it down my garden at least three times a day in hot pursuit and not got anywhere near a darn squirrel. Unbelievable.

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Return of the Basil

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Sorry for the long break. I can only blame Jaq. She’s been busy with some book launch that has made her unavailable/unwilling to type up my diary. Outrageous – standards are slipping – it’s really not good enough.

Anyway, back to me, what have I been up to since I last posted? Well, there was a holiday, or rather Jaq and the other humans in my pack went off somewhere and left me at my best mate’s house. It was bliss.

I got to hang out all day, every day with Wilfie. I love him. In fact, when Jaq and the others returned, it took me a while to reacclimatise to my own territory. I missed my mate Wilf and tried to follow him home from the park – until I saw Jaq looking Girl-thumbnail-finalsad and offering me treats. We all have our price and really it is good to be home.

 

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Too Hot for Dogs

Into the park

Into the park

This is way too sunny for me

This is way too sunny for me

Something strange has happened in my land – heat and sunshine and far too much of it. The grey skies of London are no more, and I am struggling to cope.

Yesterday Jaq took me out early. We walked the shaded side of the park by the railings but it was way too hot for me. I dawdled and Jaq took the hint and we headed home.

Trying to cool off under the table

Trying to cool off under the table

She said it was weird weather because normally it rains during the tennis at Wimbledon, but I have no idea what she’s talking about.

Back home I rested under the garden table as Jaq has moved her office outside.

It cooled later on and we were off out to the pub. We have to make the most of it, Jaq says, because you never know how long an English summer will last.

We went out super early this morning and it was still too hot. I sat in the shade of the park until Jaq got the message. Back home, I have been swapping between the marble hearth, the rug and under the table outside. Nowhere is cool.

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Basil’s Long and Very Good Friday

Out in the sun

Out in the sun

Woke early, jumped up at Jaq’s bed and whimpered. She rolled over and made out she couldn’t hear me. Tried again a little later. This time success and I’m out the back door for a quick toilet break, while checking for foxes.

Morning walk is different. We cross the Green pause at a cafe (treats for me – result), and then walk the towpath and back across my regular park and home. Hot and thirsty and need to rest (once I’ve secured a treat, obviously).

Resting all afternoon due to the heat (weird, I know, seeing as this is London, England – land of rain and terminal greyness).

Me, at the pub

Me, at the pub

Fun times continue, as late afternoon we head out once again, and we’re off to the pub – somewhere all British dogs love. Family had a few drinks while I rested under the table, and then they stopped off at a Chinese takeaway. I beg for bones, obviously.

I’m now on my nightly fox-watch. It has to be done. Those pesky foxes are on my territory and I can’t let it lie.

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Basil’s Evening Walk

I am ready to go.

I am ready to go.

We're off.

We’re off.

I know the way.

I know the way.

Here we go.

Here we go.

I'm loving this.

I’m loving this.

Let's cross here.

Let’s cross here.

Sunny side.

Sunny side.

Round the corner.

Round the corner.

I like this tree.

I like this tree.

I know where I'm going.

I know where I’m going.

Smells interesting.

Smells interesting.

Must leave my mark.

Must leave my mark.

Let's go this way.

Let’s go this way.

It's just up here.

It’s just up here.

Let me check who's there.

Let me check who’s there.

It's the park.

It’s the park.

Who's that?

Who’s that?

Bliss.

Bliss.

Time to go.

Time to go.

Let's head back.

Let’s head back.

Wait a sec.

Wait a sec.

I want a treat.

I want a treat.

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

Nearly home.

Nearly home.

I really want a treat.

I really want a treat.

I really, really want a treat.

I really, really want a treat.

Home.

Home.

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Basil Versus the Fox – Round One

My territory is no longer my own. I am under attack. There is a fox; and admittedly it is young but already it’s at least four times my size.

The fox at our back door a couple of months ago (it's a lot bigger now).

The fox at our back door a couple of months ago (it’s a lot bigger now).

I am constantly on guard. I sleep by the back door, but intermittently. How can one rest when there is a large red impostor stalking my every move?

It gets worse. Jaq likes foxes, but at the same time she is petrified I will be eaten due to my rather delicate size, and now insists on taking me out on a lead at night – in my own garden. Oh, the shame.

This terrible state of affairs erupted a few days ago when the fox’s visits escalated. It was early afternoon when the fox was spotted at the end of the garden. I gave chase, as did Jaq, and there was much shouting and barking, and then only moments later yet another fox leapt over the fence. We are at war.

Last night, again suffering the humiliation of being put on a lead on my own land, the fox returned, its eyes glowing red in the dark.

Jaq threw a ball to warn it off and eventually it took the hint and left but both Jaq and I know this won’t be the end of it.

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Sunrise Walk

IMG_2051Up and out in the dark the other morning – which is not like Jaq.

What is going on? I thought, as she drove us through empty streets. Turns out we were off to the river where there were other dogs and humans gathered. And soon we were off walking in drizzly rain.

The sun rose, though it wasn’t visible behind all the clouds, but hey this is England. Jaq said she was surprised sunrise was so early – 4.30, she said.

I’m not known for my wet-weather walking. If there’s a spot of rain I can take it or leave it, and usually I prefer to leave it once I’ve done my business, if you know what I mean. But, for some reason I was happy to go with the flow. There were a lot of legs going in the same direction and when you’re as small as I am it’s best to keep going and keep up.

IMG_2054We walked along the towpath and across the common, into town, and back along the river where 10K later we finished up back where we started.

Photos were taken and Jaq was given a medal while I received copious amounts of treats. Splendid.

Slept for the rest of day.

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Grey Spring Sky

Me, Basil, and breezy weather

Me, Basil, and breezy weather

I’m moulting. Yeah, OK, so it’s officially spring, leaves are back on the trees and my paws aren’t so cold any more, but there’s some weird weather going on.

Yesterday, ice fell from the sky. I went out and barked – a lot.

‘Good boy,’ Jaq said. She always says that, pretty much whatever I do (unless I roll in fox poop, that is). She also gave me a rub down as I was wet. I love that. ‘Hailstones,’ she said, and I thought, what the hell are you talking about?

Anyways, today has been grey with occasional bursts of sunshine, but then that’s London for you. And us Londoners know it goes like this: burst of sunshine – dash out for a walk and hope for the best.

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Dogs in Trouble

Me, Basil, rolling

Me, Basil, rolling

So, I woke Jaq super early, and it was dark and she was grumpy but what can I say I needed to go.

Out back, I made it just in time, and while I was at it I had a serious bark at the back fence. I mean those foxes are out there. I can smell them and hear them, and quite frankly it’s irritating.

Jaq does not understand. She’s at the back door rattling treats. Normally this would get me back but I had work to do.

Jaq muttered something about it being “three in the morning” and “the neighbours will complain”. She doesn’t understand.

It’s our territory. There are foxes! If I don’t bark they’ll move in.

Anyhow, I’m not the only one who’s been in trouble lately. Recently, en route to the park we ran into Polly (the Jack Russell). She had her tail between her legs. There’d been a travelling circus camped up and Polly ran around the caravans sniffing out food. Apparently it took quite some time to get her back.

Basil in the bath

Basil in the bath

Meanwhile, Maxi has been working hard. His human left her dog walking bag on the floor in the hall (what was she thinking?) and Maxi, being one smart guy, retrieved the one item of interest: the treats bag.

Maxi opened that bag and took out the small glass jar (an old spice jar, Jaq says) and managed to manoeuvre its tight plastic lid open to extract all the treats.

Back to me. I dropped kibble in Jaq’s walking boot, and I couldn’t get it out. Jaq put it on, took it off, shook boot, found kibble and laughed.

She didn’t laugh this morning though when I rolled in fox poop.

Serves her right, she’s been out for two days. I’ve been neglected. No wonder I woke early, left food in her shoe and rolled….

Note from Jaq: Basil was walked early for two days because I went to London Book Fair.

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Basil, but less so

Me, Basil, on my day bed

Me, Basil, on my day bed

I’m back, but I’m taking it easy because I don’t have my usual energy.

Jaq fed me and took me out for a morning walk but it was a brief stroll curtailed by me as I stopped half way down a side street and turned round to head home.

I retired to my day bed to rest until further notice.

Mid afternoon, it was all change.

I sprinted down the garden. I saw a cat. It’s a black one. It haunts me. Regularly, it dares cross my backyard. Admittedly, I got nowhere near it, but I barked a lot so it won’t be back any time soon.

Meanwhile, Jaq seemed pleased as if chasing a cat had some significance. ‘Basil’s back,’ she said. And a little later on, I even went out again to collect Bee from the bus stop.

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