OK, to set the scene. My Dad's father was quite an eccentric, as well as being very strict with his offspring. Even up until Grandad was in his 80's my Dad was still a bit in awe of him.
When I was a kid, Grandad lived in the wilds of Yorkshire in a little stone cottage, no electricity (except from a temperamental generator), so the lighting was all gas lamps, and for a long time there wasn't even running water. To be honest, I think he was more than a bit eccentric - verging on bonkers more like :( His faithful companion was a Border Collie, imaginatively called Lassie (or Lass for short).
Grandad had a job as a night watchman and off he went to work one evening, I should say that he had to walk as we had more than a couple of feet of snow. My Dad had already struggled miles through the drifts to get the local doctor and then again for a prescription so he wasn't overly happy when Grandad issued instructions to take Lass out for her evening walk. Crumbs, the snow was higher than she was!
Come about 10pm Mum reminded Dad of the task in hand, Dad took one look out of the little front door and saw that the snow was falling thick and fast and sort of lost the plot a bit :( 'No way am I going out in that' he muttered and went into the kitchen area for a rummage. Ha, just the thing, a washing line!
Poor Lass was coaxed from her cosy spot by the fire and Dad tied the washing line to her collar, opened the front door, kneed her out into the night and reeled out the washing line so she could 'do what comes naturally'. He then tied the end of the washing line to the front door knocker, closed the door and settled back down in front of the fire.
About 30 minutes later it was time to let Lass back into the cottage - front door was opened and the line was reeled in, I guess you know what's coming next. Just a chewed end of the washing line where Lassie had gnawed through it :(
So, being more than a little afraid of Grandad's temper, on went the layers of clothes once again, wellies were donned and, waving a tilley lamp, off into the night went Dad. He called and searched until he was hoarse but no sign of Lassie - and the snow was still falling thick and fast. Eventually Dad decided he'd have to face the music and returned to the cottage - this time thinking it was a good idea to return via the little back porch where he could leave his wellies and not trudge snow right through the place.
Ahem, and there, curled up fast asleep in the porch out of the driving snow was - Lass :( Seems she merely chewed through the washing line, scarpered round to the back of the cottage and had been there all the while.
Today's card, appropriately enough with a snowman on, is below :)
Ha ha, clever Lassie!!ReplyDelete
Clever dog, I'd have done the same. Mind you I'd have probably bitten your dad for chucking me out in the snow!!ReplyDelete
aw Di smashing tale, love it Shaz in oz.xReplyDelete
That's a brilliant story Di! Clever Lass!ReplyDelete
Lol, what a fantastic tale Di, Lassie was no fool!ReplyDelete
Whereabouts did your Grandad live? My Mum was born at Catterick Camp and we used to holiday in the Yorkshire Dales? My Mum's grandparents lived in a stone cottage and it doesn't sound too different to your description.
I take it you were ok after the pnuemonia?
Wonderful snowman card BTW, love the embossed message.
Take care xx
Proof again that Border Collies are definitely smarter than the average human! Love the Snowy card from below too, very apt.ReplyDelete
Aye, we make dogs cleverer than the average dog in Yorkshire lol.ReplyDelete
Beautiful dog love collies Di, To smart for his own good....lol great story though!:)xReplyDelete
That's one smart dog :-)ReplyDelete
Clever dog. Now start squealing as to where you got the reindeer stamp from otherwise the frog gets it!!! Hugs Mrs A. Been tipping it down here today. Had a dry (well it stopped raining) spell for a bit and had a snack lunch with The Doc at the the bottom of the garden but when I started getting big plops of water in me Pinot Grigio Blush decided it was best to head back indoors. Watered down wine whatever next!!!ReplyDelete
Hells bells Di it's only half past eight!!! Only just getting the dinner on. Can't get me head round this.Hugs Mrs A.ReplyDelete
Your poor Dad, but he he he, another great tale.ReplyDelete
Di, I love your story.....I hope you will someday put them all into a book....ReplyDelete
See! Some dogs do have sense! Mine does the same in the rain sometimes!ReplyDelete