tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12853279924546232972024-02-20T01:06:02.960-08:00Meic'sFrogDogBlogMeichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-23271146156681468032008-06-19T12:01:00.000-07:002008-06-19T12:05:40.797-07:00Star-Dog Log 080410 - Le Mont DoreShe's got two friends staying so we took them off down to the mountains with the trailer, the tent and the awning. She bought me a new squeaky toy - hooray! After they'd eaten, it started to rain, hail, sleet and snow, but we all sat in the awning. One of them had a guitar thingy and they all sang but they were hopeless at keeping time, so I had to play my squeaky toy all evening to stop them going too off key or getting too far behind the beat. It was really tiring. I got so very tired and so very cold. Must go to sleep now, so very tired.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Meic fell asleep shortly after a very enjoyable final evening. His spirit left him that night, there in the mountains he loved, although his body lived on, so we made a last, sad final journey together home via the vets, where he stayed behind for the last time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Good night, my darling boy, sleep well.</span>Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-30602801677628656852008-06-19T11:59:00.000-07:002008-06-19T12:01:03.702-07:00Star-Dog Log 080303 - GellesFreezing? I'll say it was freezing! They were forecasting snow so she wouldn't take the trailer and we tented it. Woke up to 4" of snow - it was like sleeping in an igloo! Well cool. I love snow, especially eating it but guess wot, she never lets me. I like trying to catch each flake before it falls, too, but it gets pretty tiring when there's that much of it around.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-59640561892614627242008-06-19T11:57:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:59:04.913-07:00Star-Dog Log 080225 - CeyratBack to one we'd been to before but just the small tent this time cos I had to go to the vet again - more long faces from her, and they keep taking legs' full of my blood and so many X-rays I'll soon be glowing in the dark. Still, we enjoyed our little break, and found a quiet corner of the site with no caravans or anything about so I could make lots of lovely noise with one of my squeaky toys.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-89063519261718023332008-06-19T11:54:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:56:54.173-07:00Star-Dog Log 080218 - GellesThe French think she's crazy, and I'm starting to have my doubts. No-one but us goes camping at this time of year! We went to a place called Gelles. She said it means freezing, or something, and I'm not surprised, it was! But we had fun, there was room for me to run about with my toys and we did a little walk round and about. She got excited about some sort of rocking stone or something. How boring is that? A big rock that wobbles - wow!Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-91434287056377037972008-06-19T11:52:00.001-07:002008-06-19T11:54:35.493-07:00Star-Dog Log 080211 - Le Mont DoreWent quite a long way this time, well, for us, down to some mountains. She's got some friends coming soon and wanted to find somewhere to take them. The only site open wasn't nice at all, very crowded, nearly in the town, horrible volcanic clinker to walk on, not nice for my paws, and nothing to chase. But we had a nice picnic on the way back, sitting in the sun in a very quiet park place, sharing cups of tea.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-38732793520862173312008-06-19T11:50:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:52:36.487-07:00Star-Dog Log 080128 - Les Martres des VeyreThought the idea was to get away for some peace and quiet? So why did she pick a site between a main road and a railway, underneath a flight path? But I had another really good laugh when she tried putting up the awning on the tent, ready to sit and watch the setting sun, but it took her so long it was nearly dark by the time it was finished!Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-41678948850045047392008-06-19T11:45:00.001-07:002008-06-19T11:47:07.038-07:00Star-Dog Log 080121 - TeilhedeAnother night in the van at the picnic site. People must think we're mad. It's great fun, though, we can snuggle up and keep warm, which we needed to. Even the wild boar wasn't about, it was so cold. But we had the place to ourselves - surprise, surprise - and I had fun playing with my toys.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-1826497025403224522008-06-19T11:42:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:44:50.411-07:00Star-Dog Log 080114 - CeyratWe found a campsite that's open all year and it was ok. She took the trailer thingy and she's got a lot better at putting it up, so we didn't look too uncool. A dog has to think about his street cred, especially if there are Frog-dogs watching. It was a bit wild and windy and hailing in the night, and we were the only ones braves enough to be under canvas. All the other cissies were in caravans.We didn't walk very far, she keeps making out it's for my benefit but I know the truth.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-28429104491085313452008-06-19T11:40:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:42:03.113-07:00Star-Dog Log 080107 - TeilhedeThe French can't be as intrepid as us as it seems there aren't all that many camp sites open at this time of year. So we opted for the picnic site down the road and another night in the van. Looks like we weren't the only ones there as there was loads of wild boar pooh. It looked delicious, but she said I couldn't have any if I was sleeping in the back of the van with her.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-79265059254178802672008-06-19T11:36:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:38:59.349-07:00Star-Dog Log 071119 - TeilhedeWe didn't go away this time. She seems a bit down in the dumps. I had to go to the vet last week and have X-rays and stuff and it seemed not to be good news. I have to take a load more pills, but then I've never minded that much. Border collies eat anything, even tablets! And toilet paper - I love toilet paper. So we stayed in the motor home in the garden and went for some walks. They've got a bit shorter. She's pretending it's for me again, but I bet she's just getting old.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-22109306869722918232008-06-19T11:33:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:35:40.501-07:00Star-Dog Log 071105 - Bromont LamotheShe must have won the pools or something cos she's bought a well cool new tent thing in a trailer she tows behind the van. It's supposed to open out easily and there's a double bed, which of course I get to share - no sleeping on the floor for me! - and some proper seats and stuff. But as usual, she probably didn't read the instructions. I had great fun watching her try to put it up. It kept folding up and making her into a sandwich. Who said dogs don't laugh? I did!Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-4755380116002542652008-06-19T11:29:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:32:41.366-07:00Star-Dog Log 071008 - ServantShe wangled it again, another 2 days off. And the lucky socks worked a treat. We found a nice place, overlooking a lake and got ourselves settled. Two or three lots of people came and asked 'Er Indoors about camping there, cos there was no-one in the little hut where she pays the money, but they must have got wind of her socks because they all decided not to stay. So we had the whole place to ourselves, which was great. There was a sports ground right next door where I could run around and chase my toys, because, as usual, the meanie wouldn't let me chase the ducks off the lake.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-21363058064106423612008-01-30T12:54:00.000-08:002008-06-19T11:25:38.084-07:00Star-Dog Log 070924 - St HippolyteI call it a diabolical liberty. We go off on what's supposed to be our time and she comes back with a cat! I ask you. We had a nice peaceful evening and night at a quiet site at St Hippolyte. Then on the way back, we stopped for a picnic at a viewpoint and as we were walking back to the van we both heard this funny noise. I knew what it was straight away - a flippin' cat. It was up a tree, miaowing at us, so she had this brilliant idea - not - to put it in my travel cage in the back of the van and bring it back home. Harumph! It was only a little squirt of a thing and seemed a bit lost so I said it was ok to borrow my cage. But it looks as if the little thing is staying. As long as it doesn't think it's coming on any of our camping trips with us.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-16145198084813599912008-01-30T12:53:00.000-08:002008-06-19T11:24:49.393-07:00Star-Dog Log 070903 - LoubeyratWe've been to this site before but she seems to like it - probably because it's cheap. It was quiet again - her socks tend to do that. And it must be jinxed cos we had the same weather as last time, wet and windy in the night.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-50280596507976690222008-01-30T12:49:00.000-08:002008-06-19T11:24:14.729-07:00Star-Dog Log 070813 - Clermont FerrandWe had my Auntie Meg staying this week so we took her to the nice hill with the butterflies. They wouldn't let me eat the big yellow ones - how am I supposed to know swallowtails are special, I'm a dog. No sheep and lambs this time but I was kept pretty busy keeping the wasps away from the two human beans as they were both being boring and reading books. But we got to stay in a hotel tonight - cool - as we were putting Auntie Meg on a plane so we stayed at the airport. That's another place these sensible French people let dogs go - I had great fun going round sniffing people's luggage to make sure there wasn't anything there that shouldn't be.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-607133459529576472008-01-30T12:46:00.000-08:002008-06-19T11:23:13.765-07:00Star-Dog Log 070709 - OrcetShe had to go and pick someone up from somewhere this time so we stayed at a site that's not really us, bit too formal and full of Dutch people. But after she stuck the tent up, we drove off to find somewhere for a picnic and found a brilliant place up on top of a hill. Lots of funny looking sheep with lambs but as usual, I didn't get to have any fun with them, but there were lots of butterflies that needed seeing off so that gave me something to do while she sat in the sun and read a book - how boring is that??Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-33840927834890582032008-01-30T12:42:00.000-08:002008-06-19T11:22:26.876-07:00Star-Dog Log 070618 - St Remy de BlotVery hot this time when we went on our jaunt. I'm allowed to sit on the passenger seat in the front of the van when it's hot, with the window open, which is great. This time we found a site for bikers which was cool, but it meant we couldn't have the van on the site and she had to carry all the stuff up the hill from the car park. There was a dog there that came over and started talking to me in French but I just told it to get lost - haven't learned that much of the local lingo yet and wasn't sure if it was being friendly or not. Don't know who this French guy St Remy was but they seem to have a few of him about.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-25154897796346389962008-01-30T12:36:00.000-08:002008-06-19T11:21:32.265-07:00Star-Dog Log 070611 - St Remy sur DurolleWe haven't been away for a couple of weeks so this time she managed to wangle 2 days together. This means we got away a bit further and found a nice place near a big lake, with not many people about. It's called St Remy sur Durolle - I'm even learning to bark with a French accent. Plenty of places to go for walks and picnics, which is what I like best. Could have snacked on a couple of Yorkshire terriers but as usual, she wouldn't let me have any fun. I had to work pretty hard to keep our pitch safe from some jays who thought they could muscle in and pick up crumbs. As if! That's one of the perks of being a border collie.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-28886141562704318532007-10-14T12:46:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:20:39.438-07:00Star-Dog Log 070521 - TeilhedeBlimey, that hotel the other week must have cost a packet - this week we kipped in the van at the picnic site half a mile down the road! It was well cool, though. Not a soul about, just us, so able to chill and get a good night's sleep, although she tried to put the security lock on to keep us safe and every time I wriggled it set off the 4-way flashers!Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-60264045535378768962007-10-14T12:41:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:20:01.172-07:00Star-Dog Log 070514 - LoubeyratThought we'd moved to France for better weather. It piddled down tonight! She must have changed her socks cos there were a few other people at the site but not many, it was still nice and quiet. We went to look at a chateau and I had a close encounter with a big black thing she said was a Newfoundland, and another big thing called a Leonberger. They must feed these Frog Dogs well to make them so big!Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-37790166779876513862007-10-14T12:37:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:19:24.564-07:00Star-Dog Log 070507 - IssoireThis time she really pushed the boat out - we stayed in a hotel! Cool. Drove down the motorway to a place called Issoire. Very camp young man on the desk called me a Toutou and I wasn't sure whether or not to bite him but 'Er Indoors said it meant doggy and was probably meant as a compliment, so that was ok. Walked round a lake and met some kids on bike. I hate bikes! These French people have the right idea, though. Instead of me getting the blame for trying to eat the kids, their person made them get off their bikes and stand still so I could walk past without getting upset. I definitely like being a Frog Dog!Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-27383944501318785102007-10-14T12:33:00.001-07:002008-06-19T11:18:41.239-07:00Star-Dog Log 070430 - Blot l'EgliseStarting to think she might just have a little personal hygiene problem. There's never anyone but us at the sites we stay at. Maybe she needs to change her socks.<br /><br />This time was pretty weird as when we went to check in there was a big cat tied up on a long lead near the reception and the owner told ME to be careful of IT as IT would chase ME. As if!! Mind you, when I went near, it puffed itself up to twice its size and made some horrible swearing noises.<br /><br />Pretty cool site, and we went for a nice walk through some woods and got barked at by some stupid Scotch collies and even some of my distant cousins. Good job she kept me on a short lead, I'm have bashed up the lot of them single pawed.Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-59549954648134261952007-04-26T10:48:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:17:52.416-07:00Star-Dog Log 070423 - Menat<span style="font-family:arial;">Wow, really cool campsite this time. Down at the bottom of a steep river gorge at a place called Menat. Once again, there was only us plus some lizards and a big fat viper, and some cows and calves in a field right opposite us across a little river. I wanted to round them up and sort out the viper but 'Er Indoors wouldn't let me - she's a real spoilsport.<br /><br />We had another good walk which meant scrambling up big rocks once more - I'm trying to get 'Er Indoors fit. She reckons she has to go slowly cos I'm 13 and supposed to have a dicky ticker, but really I know it's for her.<br /><br />Driving back, she was following something called a "deviation" and must have made a bit of a bish of the map reading as we seemed to drive halfway round France looking for the right road. But then we stopped for a picnic at the side of a quiet lane and she made me some tea - ok, it's not entirely cool for a Border Collie to drink Russian Lady Grey tea, but I have expensive taste - and we watched some more lizards, which again she wouldn't let me chase.<br /><br />Here's a picture of where we stayed. Next week I'm going to insist of being allowed to chase something - what's the point of being a Border Collie if you can't round things up??<br /></span>Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-86053210808253141392007-04-26T10:43:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:16:54.257-07:00Star-Dog Log 070416 - Chatelguyon<span style="font-family:arial;">'Er Indoors has decided we need to get away. She looks after her mother, my granny, who is 90. Looks to me like she just makes cups of tea all day but she says it's tiring. So the good news is, we get to go on camping trips once a week. And I just LOVE camping.<br /><br />This week we drove up to a big lake thing at a place called Gour de Tazenat. 'Er Indoors was supposed to be navigating when we went for a walk round the lake but she's hopeless, ended up following completely the wrong trail but it was ace. We had to climb up big rocks and stuff. She was puffing and panting behind but I managed to pull her up most of them.<br /><br />Then we drove off to find a campsite at Chatelguyon. It was cool as we were the only people there. 'Er Indoors got excited about some bird or other singing, I think she said a nightingale, but she didn't seem so keen when it was still singing at 4am and she hadn't got any sleep. Didn't worry me, I could sleep on a clothes line.<br /><br />Good fun, but she says next week we need to stay somewhere a bit wilder as there was too much traffic noise.<br /><br />So watch this space.<br /></span>Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285327992454623297.post-24099320340086659042007-04-25T02:42:00.000-07:002008-06-19T11:14:31.417-07:00Star-Dog Log 070319 - Calais<span style="font-family:arial;">I was born in Wales and recently returned there with 'Er Indoors, my person. Then for some reason, she took it into her head to take me to a place called France.<br /><br />First impressions - cool! First night there, she and the other human beans ate in a restaurant and I was allowed to sit at the table with them.<br /><br />Think I'm going to like being a Frog Dog.<br /></span>Meichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414549042704068017noreply@blogger.com0