It's our Alonsoversary !

No sign of the boy today. It was a beautiful day so we went to the lac without him.

The top of a fallen tree has been blocking the path next to the lac for weeks, which meant precariously squeezing past it and trying not to fall in. Today I decided to do something about it, and spent about 20 minutes sawing all the small branches with the tiny bush saw on my pen knife and cleared the path. Next time I'll take something a bit bigger!

At least now we won't have to worry about Alonso falling in!

Pizza night tonight. We'd just sat down to eat when a familiar WUFF came at the door.

It's dark and after 9pm. We've texted his owners and told them he can stay

The pile of blankets on my desk is snoring.

Alonso is one smart dog.

We took him out into the woods yesterday to collect some firewood with the tracteur. 🪵

Today, we were out in the woods again and so not at the house when he came to visit.

Alonso followed his nose out into the woods and found us, to tell us it was time to come back in for lunch and to work on some code.

He's such a good boy.

Alonso really didn't want to go home last night.

He'd waited patiently for dinner, which was almost ready when a knock at the door signalled the arrival of his owner.

I took him outside (and closed the door behind me). After a quick run around outside, Alonso returned and tried to get back inside, then implored me to let him in. His poor owner was calling to him, but he kept looking up at me *pleading* to be allowed to stay.

Alonso was back before breakfast this morning.

Alonso is back with his owners tonight again after a two day visit. Mostly coding, a little light forestry and many many naps.

Alonso was very cold out in the woods this afternoon so we put him on my jacket in the tracteur while we finished up. He liked that. Warm, and able to keep an eye on us. Then he had a ride back to the house sitting on my lap

A whine at the door during breakfast heralded the arrival of a somewhat moist Alonso. He has been towelled-off, fed, wrapped in a blanket and is now fast asleep.

Think I'll grab another cup of tea and work on some code.

Alonso's Friday night plans have been curtailed. He wandered off while we were chopping wood and his owner picked him up down the road.

He makes choices. They're not always good choices, but they are his.

We hadn't seen Alonso since Friday. The chasseurs have been out all weekend, festively shooting festive things in a festive way, so his owners have probably been keeping him in.

Alonso arrived well after dark this evening, having staged a late escape. I suppose we should let his owners know he's here, although I think they can probably guess.

That was quite a yelp, indicating the arrival of a very wet and cold Alonso, who then proceeded to resist all attempts to dry him properly.

It's chucking it down out there. We're not had any of the forecast snow but I wouldn't describe it as warm outside.

(A THUMP in the other room while typing this suggests Alonso has just had one of his gravity moments)

Alonso's owner came to collect him last night and said he probably won't be here much because they will be home for the holidays.

Apparently Alonso didn't get the memo.

WUFF!

We went out to the woods earlier on a secret quest (ssh! - more on that later). Alonso, paying no attention at all, went off in the other direction towards the lac.

When Alonso is focused on his nose he is almost completely deaf, or so it seems.

He was searching for us in the woods, and only about 20 metres away when I called loudly to him and he couldn't apparently hear me. Eventually he spotted us and ran up to greet us.

Alonso lives with a small human. She's 6 and just started school this year. Her father takes her out into the woods on our property, teaching her about the outdoors and things like how to find mushrooms. They've built a little place near the stream.

Since we spotted their secret place in the summer ideas keep popping into my head. The former Scout leader part of my brain wants to set a treasure hunt.

Bearing in mind Miss 6's age we decided that some of my more elaborate ideas, such as "Crime Scene Santa: the Hunt for a Killer" will have to wait until she's a bit older.

In the end we went with a simple note:

Bonjour [redacted] !

Un de tes cadeaux est tombé du traîneau !

Je suis vraiment desole, mais je ne peux pas m'arrêter pour le chercher car je dois rendre visite à beaucoup d'enfants pour Noël.

Le cadeau a atterri dans le bois près de chez toi.

Je pense que tu pourras le retrouver dans les bois si tu regardes attentivement. Je crois qu'il est tombé près du ruisseau.

Joyeux Noël !

père Noël

Yes! Miss 6 found her presents in the woods today!

We just received a lovely message from Alonso's owners along with some pictures of their daughter finding and then using her presents. It was just little stuff - some colouring pens, a book to draw in and some stickers, but the smile on her face was totally worth it.

Right, next year she's going to have to work for it. There will be a map ️

Alonso came for a visit on Boxing Day, and his owners brought us a lovely hamper when they collected him to say thanks. ️

Alonso also came for a visit yesterday and had another sleepover here.

This is the dog that won't be here much because it's the holidays

Alonso arrived (just in time for breakfast, having, presumably, just had breakfast).

He's now helping me prepare my company accounts while sleeping under a pile of blankets on my desk.

Alonso is, I assure you, more capable and attentive than our previous accountant, less likely to give bad VAT advice, and his fees are very reasonable.

I might need to phone HMRC to check whether Alonso's sausages are tax deductable. He claims they are fully and necessarily incurred for the business, but I think he'd have eaten them anyway.