My human thinks it was her idea to visit Lyme Park today, I like to allow the betas to feel important. However, despite requiring a ride in her metal wheeled kennel, it’s one of my favourite walking places, and as pack leader I’d already decided to visit there today. My normal territory is the Marple canal, but every so often a wolf needs to mark different wooden pee posts, so the park in Disley, Cheshire on the edge of the Peak District it was.
The pack includes my sister Maia, so she tags along, as a whippet, she’s fast on her feet, and useful for outflanking squirrels when I’m on the chase. Besides, if I left her at home, she’d steal my stash of biscuits, and she’s already more whoppet than whippet.
Today I also brought my official photographer, who apparently edits this site. However, he only brought a small compact, in place of the big one he usually uses. A mistake in my opinion, as with his limited skills, he needs all the help he can get.
He seemed preoccupied taking pictures of the wooden pee posts, and one of those huge, strange kennels that humans live in. The final straw was when I caught him taking pictures of this strange pack of big dogs, that carry their bones on their heads. At first, I thought they looked ever so deer, if a little strange, but then realised having their bone stash with them all the times was a good idea.
I barked my disapproval at my negligent photographer, he doesn’t seem to understand that anybody reading this inferior site is only interested in pictures of me! If every post had me in it, this site might actually have a few readers.
I’ll have to have words, not taking my photo shoot seriously is not acceptable. You know what they say though, never work with children (they pull tails) or bloggers!
It was also necessary to give Maia what for, she kept trying to photobomb each shot, very unprofessional of her, but then she’s only a whippet. That’s what I get for allowing her to join my photo shoot.
At least my human is reliable, she dutifully cleaned up after me, which is a relief, after-all no self-respecting wolf wants their waste sniffed by strangers. She is useful to have around, feeding me, providing my favourite treats, chauffeuring me between walks, stroking my tummy when I want her to, and is warm to cuddle up with in bed. So pleased I allowed her to join my pack.
Eventually, I got bored, as there weren’t any squirrels, besides my little legs were getting tired, chasing Maia, and weaving between towering grass islands. I can of course outrun her, but allow her to win, because she’s a whippet and therefore, has inferiority issues.
Like all wolves that live with humans, I pee often, this isn’t because we need to, it’s because we don’t trust our humans to find the metal kennel again. Due to my navigational trail we found it ok, and I allowed my human to take the pack home, where I sat down the blogger and explained the facts of photography.
Guest Post by Pocket Wolf
Pocket Wolf is a Jack Russell named “Spike” that believes he is part Rottweiler, part royal Corgi. He was almost the consultant for the current “Be more Dog” advertising campaign, but refused as he couldn’t be seen endorsing the cat species imitating superior dogs.
®Pocket Wolf is a registered trademark of the Marple wolfpack of which Spike is the self-appointed Alpha male. He has mastered the arts of barking at postmen, growling at strangers, digging up lawns, whining for treats, and if all else fails, looking impossibly cute.
He enjoys long walks on the beach, chasing squirrels, tummy rubs and lots of fuss!
All Photographs © Copyright of Mallory on Travel 2014