Yesterday was David my husband's Birthday. Last week he decided to take the whole day off and being self-employed he does not take much time off, so a day just being together is a lovely treat, especially as it also is our Wedding Anniversary as well. Fifteen years ago now since he said, "Yes !" to me on bended knees, the trick is to ask them when they are just waking up half asleep. Lol
We had discussed what to do and I thought we had decided on going clothes shopping for him, as David's clothes wardrobe is looking a bit bare, you know when all your old favourites seem to wear out at the same time. I'm at the moment sporting three pairs of jeans with a hole over my right knee, so must remember to kneel with my left knee now, you got to get full wear out of things.
David is not keen on shopping and with me also not keen on shopping, he decided replenishing his wardrobe could wait and we got all the work done at home and jumped in the car with Henry and Smudge and went for a long walk around Heywood forest.
The first photo, is not me having fallen out with my husband and stomping off, but my husband was trying to adjust something on the camera and I just walked on to keep up with Henry, unaware of him taking a photo.
Heywood forest as I have mentioned before is a lovely place to walk with dogs and children. I did take a lovely video of Smudge down by the river, but accidentally deleted it. I have to be very careful with Smudge in these types of areas, as just take your eye off her for a second and she would be off hunting with Henry. On her own she is fine, but if she knows she has a mate to beggar off with, you won't see her for dust, or in the case of yesterday, you would not see her for back splashes of mud. Lovely dog if you want to go tracking for the day.
The last photo from the trip to the forest is of Henry and Smudge back in the car looking a lot more muddy than they arrived. At the moment in the UK the weather is very seasonal with very dark over cast days, which make coming in to a real fire worth the work they entail. Would not be without the seasonal changes and to think only around four weeks to go until the shortest day here in the UK and we are the other side of it and the days will start to lengthen. Optimism is a life choice and a good survival instinct so they say. You may ask though if you can be an optimist and a cynic (as I have stated in a past blog that," I'm a bit of an old cynic") at the same time, but look up the philosophy of Cynicism, I think you can be both. The word Cynic derives from Ancient Greek meaning "dog-like"
A later commentator gives four reasons why they are called cynics:
"There are four reasons why the Cynics are so named. First because of the indifference of their way of life, for they make a cult of indifference and, like dogs, eat and make love in public, go barefoot, and sleep in tubs and at crossroads. The second reason is that the dog is a shameless animal, and they make a cult of shamelessness, not as being beneath modesty, but as superior to it. The third reason is that the dog is a good guard, and they guard the tenets of their philosophy. The fourth reason is that the dog is a discriminating animal which can distinguish between its friends and enemies. So do they recognize as friends those who are suited to philosophy, and receive them kindly, while those unfitted they drive away, like dogs, by barking at them."
Scholium on Aristotle's Rhetoric
Not sure about the walking barefoot in public though. Lol
After walking the dogs, we nipped back to Chittlehampton to "The Bell Inn" for some lunch and David's parents were also in the pub having lunch, so we sat with them and had our food and a chat. They left before us and when my husband went to pay our bill, we found out they had settled it for us, which was very kind of them. I have very nice in-laws and their son is certainly a reflection of this.
Later on when the children came home from school, we had David's Birthday tea and his cake. I have now produced a cake for him every Birthday we have been together and my feelings for him have verged from throwing the cake at him with some force, to smothering it all over him and licking it off, that is the nature of a healthy relationship, I feel and it's getting over the bumps or ducking at the incoming birthday cake that make the good times all that better. Having six children you make a lot more bumps literally and metaphorically to deal with, thankfully we seem to have a good suspension on our friendship.
If I'm not careful I'm going to say something really smarmy in a minute, or probably already have, but I'm going to tell you a reply I had from my husband after I asked the classic question, "When did you last tell me you loved me ?" His reply was, " I can't remember, but you know I show you I love you, don't you ? What would you rather I do, say, "I Love you" or show you, I love you ?" The only reply you should give to a reply like that, is one containing no words.
I asked my son Bert, to take a few photos of Dad getting his cake and he decided to video instead of Dad getting his cake and Mum sexually harassing him, I have warned you. David has got nicely developed pecs and I was just admiring them, as you do. Not sure if the look on my husband's face in the video, is him looking overwhelmed or just bemused by it all. Lol
Lastly is a photo of Reggie, who in 2015 if all goes to plan with our two litters will have a doggy loveless year. Poor old Reggie.Lol
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.