Feeling hot, hot, hot...

We're having a heatwave! I can't get Jasper to move. He says Huskies aren't meant for hot weather. The Mum's keep taking us to the beach to go swimming and yesterday we disocvered a bit where the seals were watching us! The Mum's came swimming too! No ball games though.

The Mum's were watching the tellybox and it told them all these things on keeping dogs safe in the heat. (I learnt them just incase they forget any!)

1. Don't leave me in the car, even with the windows open a bit - this can kill me. The tellybox said this is a bad result.

2. Always make sure I have lots of clean water available - if you would like to leave me some dirty water too i don't mind, I like a little mud now and then.

3. Don't make me run too much. No matter how much i bother you with balls and sticks the tellybox said it is bad for me to get too excited 'cos it makes me hotter. Bad tellybox.

4. Give me lots of shade. Even though i like sunbathing - Mum put this cream on my nose yesterday to stop it getting all pink. She said it was 'suntan lotion' and it would stop 'sunburn'. I don't remember this from the tellybox.

5. Keep a window open at night 'if it is safe to do so'. That comes from another Tellybox lady who does things with police. She says not to leave it open if you might get robbed use a fan instead - I don't know what good Uncle Ian would be (he's a huge Manchester United fan) but this is what Tellybox recommend.



This is the Jazzy guide to looking after me when its hot.

Annie Balding's Big Barn Ho Down!

Well, a Ho Down looked like lots of fun for people. Clapping and skipping were involved a lot. As was some drinking and crisps. I personally didn't get any crisps so that was just for your information. I have two problems with this...Ho Down. There were no balls. And no sticks. Doesn't leave much for a Jazz to do but sit and watch.



I tried doggie dancing a while back and apparently i am duck toed at the back and twang toed at the front. Plus Mummy 1 says she 'has two left feet and an aversion to public humiliation!' So we didn't get very far with that one. Also no one had a spare cowboy hat for me... What's a girl to do?

Head's Up!

The Adventures of Jasper and Jazz.
Two poochies from the heart of the city, well Machester-ish, up sticks and move to the North Norfolk coast with their two Mum’s and three cats in tow. Follow their trials and tribulations, their triumphs and their torments, their tickles and their troubles, as they discover, explore and adapt to a whole new way of life!

Seal Trip

Now I consider myself a pooch of the world. I’ve travelled to a lot of places and sniffed a lot of stuff! But the Mum’s decided that we were going to see seal’s? The runt wanted to know what a Seal was. I tutted at her and shook my head like I was totally disappointed at her ignorance – I figured we’d find out when we got there and I usually find it best if you know nothing, don’t tell everyone about it!
So we got in the car and the Mummy drove down to another car park (I know those so I know that’s not a Seal), and then we walked through a car park for boats. I had a bit of a run over the Marshes, found this great mud patch, and had a brilliant roll around. Runt tried jumping over this trench and fell into it instead! So funny! She’s pants!

By this time we were heading back towards the boat car park and I’m starting to sulk ‘cos I thought we were going home again – very disappointed about Seal’s at this point. Still didn’t know what one was and I know the runt is going to ask again. The problem with the silent elder trick is that it only works for so long before you have to impart your wisdom. At this stage – I didn’t have any to impart! A happy Huskey this does not make.
Then Mum whistled.
I looked around.
Never sure if this is good or bad (it usually means back on the lead you see), I look at what they are doing and I stop sulking.
They’re heading for a boat ( I went on one of them before to Ireland – didn’t like that one – and then in Austria – I did like that one!).
Off I go. I do not want to miss this. Faster and faster to get there. Mum clips the lead on, but who cares. I can pull her over if I really want to!
She makes me wait till last to get on the. Last! Said I’ve got no manners when it comes to queuing. I’m a dog – of course I haven’t!
When I finally got on the boat, it was a bit squashed but there was a nice lady next to me, she started stroking me, then she budged over and I managed to get on the seat between her and Mum.
Mum told me off, but then the lady said she didn’t mind so Mum let me stay.
We set off to sea.
This little boat was bobbing all over the waves and the wind was messing up my fur. Then I saw this thing in the water. It wasn’t a bird (I know them), or a fish or anything like that. It looked like the runt swimming when the waves cover her head and her ears get flattened down. Then it disappeared under the water. What the….?
All the little kids on the boat are getting all excited and shouting ‘it’s a seal, it’s a seal’, so I guessed that this head in the water thing was a seal. A bit weird though this bobbing head. I mean how does it run? How does it hold bones still to have a good chew on? The next thing I know there is all this commotion over the other side and then there’s a beach. All the people going ‘ohh’ and ‘Ahh’ and ‘oh my God, look at the size of that seal!’ so I looked over and expected to see a gimungous floating head in the water. Boy did I get a shock. There were all these heads and big squigy bodies all lay around on this beach. The heads looked just like the one floating in the water but these squigy bodies didn’t have any paws or legs still just these little flippery things. And they wiggled across the beach – I mean I could catch one without even trying! They just wiggled! Like the runt does on her back when she wants a belly rub. Purely undignified!

I was still pondering the indignity when we went home and got settled in. they just wiggled across the beach. I’ll be dreaming about that for ages!

Not Quite Local....

The Adventures of Jasper and Jazz.

Two poochies from the heart of the city, well Machester-ish, up sticks and move to the North Norfolk coast with their two Mum’s and three cats in tow. Follow their trials and tribulations, their triumphs and their torments, their tickles and their troubles, as they discover, explore and adapt to a whole new way of life!

Not quite local…

We love this running mad on the beach thing. Jazz chases a ball like crazy and I do a bit of exploring, chase a few birds, go meet some new people if they’re about.
So, we’re getting the hang of it, but the Mummy’s… that’s a whole different ball game!
The other day we’re having a great time on the beach. We’re the only people for miles around and we’re all lovin’ it. None of us questioned why we’re the only one’s around. The water was pretty close. Closer than I’d seen it before but I didn’t mind, I like it up in the sand bumps anyway. When we got back to the car and all piled in and set off back to the new house, we got a little way down the road – I don’t know how far but it was a really short run – and there was water all over the road. Not like puddles that you can have a good drink out of, but loads of water all across the roads. The Mummy’s look at each other and talk about walking to the pub for a drink and letting it disappear, but decide against that plan and head the tango tank (that was the car with the lid that comes off – really great for posing in!) into the floods!
Well we didn’t even get to the bend in the road and the tank starts making all these strange noises. Like the other Mummy when her coffee is too hot, and then it stops! Just stops!
The Mummy’s look at each other again and start shaking their heads. Then my Mummy puts the window down and starts wriggling about in her seat. She grabs hold of the roof and kinda pulls herself out of the window. Mum’s are so weird!
Anyway I can’t let her go alone ‘cos they can’t be trusted, just look what a mess they’ve gotten us into so far! So I have to follow her and the runt (dodgy little collie that follows me everywhere, the other Mummy calls her Jazz, to me...she’s the runt) follows wherever I go. So Mummy’s got water up to her knee’s it’s at about my chest and Jazz… well it’s almost up to her neck already. Mummy puts my lead around the front bit of the Tango tank then disappears round the back. It doesn’t take long before she starts to tell me to pull, and like all well behaved super strong husky dogs… I pulled till I got bored.
Then I had a wander round the side to see what was going on at the back. The mummy was pushing the Tango tank through all the water, runt was running alongside then she disappeared under the water! Comes up wet through! I shook my head, cork-screwed my tail and helped my Mummy do something really stupid… we pulled it all the way through the water. The other Mummy got out of the car too and started pushing at the door trying to steer at the same time. The runt still half drowning along the side and its starting to get dark, things like this don’t happen in Manchester-ish.
We finally, and I mean finally, get to the end of the water and we sat there for ages waiting for this bloke to come. Jazz is just sat there shivering ‘cos she gets cold. Aw bless, and Mum wouldn’t let me sniff his bits, and he was like all, ‘ooh, it’s not good this love’ and ‘it’ll be a write off’ and ‘I’ve never seen a car start after something like this’. Then he starts the car and the Mummy’s take us home for tea. The Tango tank disappeared after I had a sleep and now we’ve got this other car to take us to the beach. The lid doesn’t come down so I can look out and show off but I’ve got my own door in this one!
I’m off now, Mum’s got bedtime treats!

Jasper and Jazz live with their 2 Mum's in Burnham Deepdale, where they try to keep their Mum's in line running the award winning eco-friendly Backpackers Hostel and Campsite. www.deepdalebackpackers.co.uk