Splodge - The Mystery Unnumbered Snowdog of Newcastle

Hello again.

My name is Blob Thing and I am a small pink soft toy.  Together with my sister Winefride I have toured across Tyne and Wear over the course of two weeks and together we have attempted to complete the Great North Snowdog Trail.  This consisted of us having to find sixty-two Snowdogs and ninety-seven little Snowdogs.  That's one hundred and fifty-nine dogs in total.

And that's a lot of dogs.

We almost succeeded too.  We managed to see one hundred and fifty-eight of the dogs in their locations.  The only one we missed was called Patchwork who wasn't in Tyne and Wear at all.  Seeing Patchwork was impossible for us.  Never mind.  We saw every other Snowdog and little Snowdog and we are very proud of ourselves for this achievement.  We've also seen a lot of amazing sights along the way because Tyne and Wear is full of wonderful places.

And we've seen Patchwork too now, at the Snowdog farewell event.  That was a very special day for me, being able to see all the dogs again.  The streets of Tyne and Wear feel somehow empty without those dogs.

For more information about our amazing quest and the way we were helped by our person, please see my first post on this blog.  It can be found at http://blobandthesnowdogs.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/blob-thing-and-winefride-welcome-you-to.html  I confess that we all got more than a little obsessive about Snowdogs in the first half of November 2016.  There are worse things to get obsessive about.

Please remember that the Great North Snowdogs existed not just as an enjoyable addition to the landscape of our wonderful county of Tyne and Wear but as a way to raise funds for St. Oswald's Hospice which is our local hospice and which does amazing work.  To find out more about the hospice and see ways in which you can donate, should you wish to, please head over to their website.  It can be found at http://www.stoswaldsuk.org/

I will include the above text in all my posts.  It explains everything.  If you get obsessive about Snowdogs too then don't feel you should read it every time.  That would just be taking obsession a step too far.



Today's post contains pictures of the following Snowdog:

Dog Number xx

Well this is interesting.  An extra special mystery dog.  He wasn't on the official trail.  He had no number.   We wouldn't have found him had not my person gone into the shop by chance.  We had just been visiting little Snowdog packs in Newcastle, including the pack in Eldon Garden and the pack in Fenwicks where Winefride and I got to meet Darth Vader.

Photographed on 12th November 2016

This dog is called Splodge.

We were very fortunate indeed to meet Splodge.  It meant that during the trail we saw sixty-one Snowdogs and there were only sixty-one Snowdogs on the trail.  We missed number sixty-one because it was impossible to reach using public transport in November.  I'll show you pictures of that dog last because it was the last one we saw and was also the highest numbered dog.

Next time I will start to show you the twelve Snowdogs and five little Snowdog packs who all lived in Sunderland.  Then I'll show you dog sixty-one.  I also want to show you the snowdog merchandise I made my person buy, our trail completion certificates, and the fun we had at the Snowdog farewell event.  And then I'll have finished.  I'll have to find a brand new obsession or special interest.

This dog lived, for the duration of the Snowdogs festival, inside the little St. Oswald's Hospice shop in Eldon Garden, Newcastle.


Here are our pictures of Splodge.

You can see how excited and happy both Winefride and I were to be on the trail of Snowdogs.  We have had an amazing time.  And I think our person has enjoyed herself too.

Snowdog 34: Snowberry - Found at Newcastle Quayside

Hello again.

My name is Blob Thing and I am a small pink soft toy.  Together with my sister Winefride I have toured across Tyne and Wear over the course of two weeks and together we have attempted to complete the Great North Snowdog Trail.  This consisted of us having to find sixty-two Snowdogs and ninety-seven little Snowdogs.  That's one hundred and fifty-nine dogs in total.

And that's a lot of dogs.

We almost succeeded too.  We managed to see one hundred and fifty-eight of the dogs in their locations.  The only one we missed was called Patchwork who wasn't in Tyne and Wear at all.  Seeing Patchwork was impossible for us.  Never mind.  We saw every other Snowdog and little Snowdog and we are very proud of ourselves for this achievement.  We've also seen a lot of amazing sights along the way because Tyne and Wear is full of wonderful places.

And we've seen Patchwork too now, at the Snowdog farewell event.  That was a very special day for me, being able to see all the dogs again.  The streets of Tyne and Wear feel somehow empty without those dogs.

For more information about our amazing quest and the way we were helped by our person, please see my first post on this blog.  It can be found at http://blobandthesnowdogs.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/blob-thing-and-winefride-welcome-you-to.html  I confess that we all got more than a little obsessive about Snowdogs in the first half of November 2016.  There are worse things to get obsessive about.

Please remember that the Great North Snowdogs existed not just as an enjoyable addition to the landscape of our wonderful county of Tyne and Wear but as a way to raise funds for St. Oswald's Hospice which is our local hospice and which does amazing work.  To find out more about the hospice and see ways in which you can donate, should you wish to, please head over to their website.  It can be found at http://www.stoswaldsuk.org/

I will include the above text in all my posts.  It explains everything.  If you get obsessive about Snowdogs too then don't feel you should read it every time.  That would just be taking obsession a step too far.


This blog post marks a transition.  This is the last of the big Snowdogs who lived in Tyne and Wear and North of the river Tyne.  All the other dogs (except for Patchwork Northumberland and a stray who wasn't on the trail) lived south of the Tyne.

Today's post contains pictures of the following Snowdog:

Dog Number 34

Photographed on 4th November 2016

This dog is called Snowberry

This dog lived, for the duration of the Snowdogs festival, on the Quayside in Newcastle.

The dog was painted by Simon Tozer. Snowberry is not unique.  It was a reproduction of a Snowberry dog from a previous trail that took place in Bristol in 2013.

It was November 4th and my person had taken us out on a horrendously difficult quest.  After an appointment at a mental health place in Newcastle we had to make our way to locate a particular type of pizza.  My person could have chosen a slightly easier option of getting the Metro a couple of stops, getting off it by Tesco and buying a pizza.  However, that was far too easy for her.  She had to do things the complicated way.

She decided that we would find a strange way to Tesco.  It would include the river Tyne and any Snowdogs we saw on the way we could take a picture of.  As it turned out it was a great time.  We visited a multi-storey car park first and the view from that was beautiful.  Later we got to hear Katherine Tickell as she was doing a sound check for a concert that evening in The Sage.

And we saw Snowdogs.  Perhaps it was this day that meant we would have to see all of them.  Not that I saw any dogs on the 5th.  Or any dogs on the 6th either.  Somehow my person decided that the quest was on after that.  We would find every single dog in Tyne and Wear.

Here are our photos of Snowberry.

Snowdog 33: Tyne Tail Jack, found at Newcastle Quayside

Hello again.

My name is Blob Thing and I am a small pink soft toy.  Together with my sister Winefride I have toured across Tyne and Wear over the course of two weeks and together we have attempted to complete the Great North Snowdog Trail.  This consisted of us having to find sixty-two Snowdogs and ninety-seven little Snowdogs.  That's one hundred and fifty-nine dogs in total.

And that's a lot of dogs.

We almost succeeded too.  We managed to see one hundred and fifty-eight of the dogs in their locations.  The only one we missed was called Patchwork who wasn't in Tyne and Wear at all.  Seeing Patchwork was impossible for us.  Never mind.  We saw every other Snowdog and little Snowdog and we are very proud of ourselves for this achievement.  We've also seen a lot of amazing sights along the way because Tyne and Wear is full of wonderful places.

And we've seen Patchwork too now, at the Snowdog farewell event.  That was a very special day for me, being able to see all the dogs again.  The streets of Tyne and Wear feel somehow empty without those dogs.

For more information about our amazing quest and the way we were helped by our person, please see my first post on this blog.  It can be found at http://blobandthesnowdogs.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/blob-thing-and-winefride-welcome-you-to.html  I confess that we all got more than a little obsessive about Snowdogs in the first half of November 2016.  There are worse things to get obsessive about.

Please remember that the Great North Snowdogs existed not just as an enjoyable addition to the landscape of our wonderful county of Tyne and Wear but as a way to raise funds for St. Oswald's Hospice which is our local hospice and which does amazing work.  To find out more about the hospice and see ways in which you can donate, should you wish to, please head over to their website.  It can be found at http://www.stoswaldsuk.org/

I will include the above text in all my posts.  It explains everything.  If you get obsessive about Snowdogs too then don't feel you should read it every time.  That would just be taking obsession a step too far.


Happy Christmas.  I'm posting about this dog on Christmas Day.  It's not a special Christmas dog.  All of the Snowdogs were special.

Today's post contains pictures of the following Snowdog:

Dog Number 33

Photographed on 4th November 2016

This dog is called Tyne Tail Jack

This dog lived, for the duration of the Snowdogs festival, on the Quayside in Newcastle.

The dog was painted by Corinne Lewis-Ward who "loves the thought that the Angel of the North has a secret life where it is able to fly away and be free, enjoying views from the sky and zooming around the North East." She's right.  Just ask me.  I've met the Angel and it told me some things about my life and my year that have come to pass.  I blogged about it all in July.  The Angel is very wise.

It was November 4th and my person had taken us out on a horrendously difficult quest.  After an appointment at a mental health place in Newcastle we had to make our way to locate a particular type of pizza.  My person could have chosen a slightly easier option of getting the Metro a couple of stops, getting off it by Tesco and buying a pizza.  However, that was far too easy for her.  She had to do things the complicated way.

She decided that we would find a strange way to Tesco.  It would include the river Tyne and any Snowdogs we saw on the way we could take a picture of.  As it turned out it was a great time.  We visited a multi-storey car park first and the view from that was beautiful.  Later we got to hear Katherine Tickell as she was doing a sound check for a concert that evening in The Sage.

And we saw Snowdogs.  Perhaps it was this day that meant we would have to see all of them.  Not that I saw any dogs on the 5th.  Or any dogs on the 6th either.  Somehow my person decided that the quest was on after that.  We would find every single dog in Tyne and Wear.

Here are our photos of Tyne Tail Jack.

Snowdog 32: Hadrian's Hound - Amicus Optimus - Found at Broad Chare, Newcastle

Hello again.

My name is Blob Thing and I am a small pink soft toy.  Together with my sister Winefride I have toured across Tyne and Wear over the course of two weeks and together we have attempted to complete the Great North Snowdog Trail.  This consisted of us having to find sixty-two Snowdogs and ninety-seven little Snowdogs.  That's one hundred and fifty-nine dogs in total.

And that's a lot of dogs.

We almost succeeded too.  We managed to see one hundred and fifty-eight of the dogs in their locations.  The only one we missed was called Patchwork who wasn't in Tyne and Wear at all.  Seeing Patchwork was impossible for us.  Never mind.  We saw every other Snowdog and little Snowdog and we are very proud of ourselves for this achievement.  We've also seen a lot of amazing sights along the way because Tyne and Wear is full of wonderful places.

And we've seen Patchwork too now, at the Snowdog farewell event.  That was a very special day for me, being able to see all the dogs again.  The streets of Tyne and Wear feel somehow empty without those dogs.

For more information about our amazing quest and the way we were helped by our person, please see my first post on this blog.  It can be found at http://blobandthesnowdogs.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/blob-thing-and-winefride-welcome-you-to.html  I confess that we all got more than a little obsessive about Snowdogs in the first half of November 2016.  There are worse things to get obsessive about.

Please remember that the Great North Snowdogs existed not just as an enjoyable addition to the landscape of our wonderful county of Tyne and Wear but as a way to raise funds for St. Oswald's Hospice which is our local hospice and which does amazing work.  To find out more about the hospice and see ways in which you can donate, should you wish to, please head over to their website.  It can be found at http://www.stoswaldsuk.org/

I will include the above text in all my posts.  It explains everything.  If you get obsessive about Snowdogs too then don't feel you should read it every time.  That would just be taking obsession a step too far.



Today's post contains pictures of the following Snowdog:

Dog Number 32

Photographed on 4th November 2016

This dog is called Hadrian's Hound - "Amicus Optimus"

This dog lived, for the duration of the Snowdogs festival, on Broad Chare in Newcastle.

The dog was painted by Catherine J Bell, who based her dog on the idea that there is much of Hadrian's Wall buried under the streets of Newcastle.  Not an untrue idea.

Unfortunately we only took two pictures of this dog because we weren't on a quest to find all the Snowdogs.

It was November 4th and my person had taken us out on a horrendously difficult quest.  After an appointment at a mental health place in Newcastle we had to make our way to locate a particular type of pizza.  My person could have chosen a slightly easier option of getting the Metro a couple of stops, getting off it by Tesco and buying a pizza.  However, that was far too easy for her.  She had to do things the complicated way.

She decided that we would find a strange way to Tesco.  It would include the river Tyne and any Snowdogs we saw on the way we could take a picture of.  As it turned out it was a great time.  We visited a multi-storey car park first and the view from that was beautiful.  Later we got to hear Katherine Tickell as she was doing a sound check for a concert that evening in The Sage.

And we saw Snowdogs.  Perhaps it was this day that meant we would have to see all of them.  Not that I saw any dogs on the 5th.  Or any dogs on the 6th either.  Somehow my person decided that the quest was on after that.  We would find every single dog in Tyne and Wear.

Here are our two photos of Hadrian's Hound.  Poor dog.  Only two photos.

Snow Dog 31: Fear of Emptiness - Found in the Stephenson Quarter, Newcastle

Hello again.

My name is Blob Thing and I am a small pink soft toy.  Together with my sister Winefride I have toured across Tyne and Wear over the course of two weeks and together we have attempted to complete the Great North Snowdog Trail.  This consisted of us having to find sixty-two Snowdogs and ninety-seven little Snowdogs.  That's one hundred and fifty-nine dogs in total.

And that's a lot of dogs.

We almost succeeded too.  We managed to see one hundred and fifty-eight of the dogs in their locations.  The only one we missed was called Patchwork who wasn't in Tyne and Wear at all.  Seeing Patchwork was impossible for us.  Never mind.  We saw every other Snowdog and little Snowdog and we are very proud of ourselves for this achievement.  We've also seen a lot of amazing sights along the way because Tyne and Wear is full of wonderful places.

And we've seen Patchwork too now, at the Snowdog farewell event.  That was a very special day for me, being able to see all the dogs again.  The streets of Tyne and Wear feel somehow empty without those dogs.

For more information about our amazing quest and the way we were helped by our person, please see my first post on this blog.  It can be found at http://blobandthesnowdogs.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/blob-thing-and-winefride-welcome-you-to.html  I confess that we all got more than a little obsessive about Snowdogs in the first half of November 2016.  There are worse things to get obsessive about.

Please remember that the Great North Snowdogs existed not just as an enjoyable addition to the landscape of our wonderful county of Tyne and Wear but as a way to raise funds for St. Oswald's Hospice which is our local hospice and which does amazing work.  To find out more about the hospice and see ways in which you can donate, should you wish to, please head over to their website.  It can be found at http://www.stoswaldsuk.org/

I will include the above text in all my posts.  It explains everything.  If you get obsessive about Snowdogs too then don't feel you should read it every time.  That would just be taking obsession a step too far.



Today's post contains pictures of the following Snowdog:

Dog Number 31

Photographed on 1st November 2016

This dog is called Fear of Emptiness.

This dog lived, for the duration of the Snowdogs festival, in the Stephenson Quarter of Newcastle Upon Tyne.

The dog was painted by Louise Bradley who is an artist based in our fair city of Newcastle.

Yes.  Dog 31.  Out of 62 - including the unnumbered dog.  This is the half way dog.  Only three more dogs to go and I'll have posted about every single Snowdog and little Snowdog that lived in the parts of Tyne and Wear north of the river Tyne.  I feel good about this achievement.  Only another 31 dogs - and nine little Snowdog packs - and my obsessive project will be complete.

My blog will be finished at the start of February 2017.  Finished.  Complete.  Done.  And then I'll be able to focus more on my main superb blog about all my adventures at blobthing.blogspot.com and my person will be able to stop typing everything I say about Snowdogs and get on with writing her own blog.  She's posting about adventures that happened six months ago.  She's very behind and I confess that it's partly my fault.  Partly it's her own fault for going out on so many adventures.  And for having lots of bad days when she can hardly do anything.

Fear of Emptiness was also the highest number Snowdog we saw on 1st November which means you won't have to scroll through the following paragraphs any more times after today.


It was the first of November and we had no idea that we were going to be going on the big Snowdog hunt.  No idea at all.  Before the start of November I had my picture taken, with Winefride, with only two Snowdogs.  Dog number 18, Tails of the North East, because we were passing it anyway.  And dog 22, Hound Dog, who we had passed on 22nd October when out buying a present for someone who had fallen and broken their back.  They were stuck in the hospital at the time and I visited them with Winefride and my person nearly every day they were there.

We didn't know that we would be seeing lots of Snowdogs - or that we would have to go back and take a special trip to see Hound Dog again because we had only taken one picture.

The first of November was the first day of our big Snowdog hunt that finished on the fifteenth of November.  And even once this day was over, a day that included lots of Snowdogs, we didn't know that we were going to be hunting for the rest or visiting packs of Little Snowdogs or getting more than a little obsessive about the whole thing.

On the second of November we saw one more Snowdog.  Accidentally.  We hadn't started our major Snowdog hunt then.

On the third of November we saw no Snowdogs at all.  We hadn't started our major Snowdog hunt then.

On the fourth of November we saw Snowdogs because my person decided to walk a very strange route to buy a pizza in Tesco and that route happened to pass some Snowdogs.  We liked seeing them but we hadn't really picked up the urge to find all the dogs.  I think the seed was planted in us that day but it took time to take root and grow.

You can tell it hadn't grown because on the fifth of November we didn't leave the house at all because my person wasn't able to.  So we saw no Snowdogs that day.

And then there was the sixth of November.  My person was sent out for a walk.  And she chose a route that would pass Snowdogs.  But that was a particularly sad day for me and for my sister Winefride because she forgot to take us out with her.  I've already posted about those dogs and repeated my moan each time.  So Winefride and I saw no Snowdogs that day either.

So between all the days before November and four of the first six days of November we saw a total of three Snowdogs.  Three.  Just Three.

That only left eleven days - including the first and fourth of November on which we could try to find all the dogs.  And we managed it and I am very proud of my achievement.  And there was an entire weekend in those eleven days too on which we couldn't see any new dogs at all.  None at all.

Which means that Winefride and I managed to see fifty-eight new Snowdogs and ninety-seven new little Snowdogs in just nine days.

That's pretty good because my person's head is often not good enough for her to go out lots.  She did extremely well.  As we're typing this she's having some worse days on which being out is very difficult indeed.  It's not her fault.  It's just what it is.

And all the time while searching for Snowdogs we were completing photographic challenges too.  Every day during the end of October and the first half of November my person had a challenge to complete.  It just so happened that the first of November was also the seventh challenge day and the challenger - who also happens to be my creator - challenged my person to take a picture of a white dog.  She thought laterally and decided that since there was a white Snowdog she could take a picture of that.  That was her success.  She got a bigger success the next day when she took a picture of a real white dog just after the three of us had walked down the length of the south pier at the Tyne estuary in South Shields.

That was an amazing day too.  We had to find a white horse and she did so much walking and planned things very carefully indeed so we would pass a pub called The White Horse.  She had a complete moment of total clarity not long after that.  A moment that meant she could change the direction of part of her life and walk away from something which was very good indeed but which wasn't for her.  She had a moment of total joy too when on the pier as she was sprayed with lots of sea water coming over the wall and she just felt bliss and freedom and wonder and excitement and perfect wholeness.  It was a wonderful day.  Maybe I'll write more about it when we come to post about dog number 59, Gizmo.

And then she thought some more.  Each of the first six days of challenges had turned into something more than a challenge.  They had all turned into a big adventure.  She had created the world's least impressive marble run.  She had found a great deal of wonderful street art in Sunderland.  She had created a hammock for Winefride and I out of a bra and posted a video too - because that was a challenge.  She had toured Durham before finding a rainbow ribbon round a tree in Newcastle.  She had found a winged unicorn and Winefride flew on it.  She had a wonderful time in search of a duck.  My person had done so many things and the challenges had been exciting times for her.  You can read about all those challenges on her blog which is linked to at the side of the screen if you're not reading this on a telephone.

The white dog challenge became something more.  She decided to pretend that she didn't really know where a white dog was - which she did because she looked it up online especially and planned things very, very carefully before going out.  She would visit - with Winefride and myself - several dogs in the day all in Newcastle and she would even walk along some streets she had never walked along before in order to find dog number 31, Fear of Emptiness, in the Stephenson Quarter.

It was a great day.  Or part of a day.  We saw lots of interesting things together and the autumn colours were still beautiful.  I especially enjoyed seeing the Metro bridge across the Tyne from above because I happen to like having my picture taken with bridges.  My person even extended our walk after we had found the white dog - Roodle - in order to take pictures of three more dogs.

I suppose it would be safe to say that after the first of November there was a certain inevitability that my person and I would suddenly decide to chase down all the dogs.  We can both get quite obsessive and can have short-term special interests that burst upon us and a blossom of joy and then depart quite suddenly after which we can't even bear to think about them.  At all.  It hurts our brains too much.  My person can have long-term obsessions or special interests too.  I'm not sure whether I can because I'm not yet one year old.  I've had lots of adventures for a soft toy who is so young.  You can read about some of them on my own blog which can be found in a link on the right hand side of your screen if you're not reading this on a phone.



That's enough typing.  My person is glad that she won't have to type so much about every dog and that I'll be getting her to copy and paste everything I just wrote about the first of November when we post about the dogs we saw that day.



Here are our pictures of Fear of Emptiness, the third dog we saw that day.  Just after seeing the Metro bridge from above.  And just before entering a random hotel to take some pictures of it.



There are less photos of dogs from this day because we were only on a photo challenge to find a white dog.  We didn't know that we were on the Great North Snowdog Trail then.

You can see how excited and happy both Winefride and I were to be on the trail of Snowdogs.  We have had an amazing time.  And I think our person has enjoyed herself too.

Little Snowdog Pack 07: The Biscuit Factory, Newcastle Upon Tyne

Hello again.

My name is Blob Thing and I am a small pink soft toy.  Together with my sister Winefride I have toured across Tyne and Wear over the course of two weeks and together we have attempted to complete the Great North Snowdog Trail.  This consisted of us having to find sixty-two Snowdogs and ninety-seven little Snowdogs.  That's one hundred and fifty-nine dogs in total.

And that's a lot of dogs.

We almost succeeded too.  We managed to see one hundred and fifty-eight of the dogs in their locations.  The only one we missed was called Patchwork who wasn't in Tyne and Wear at all.  Seeing Patchwork was impossible for us.  Never mind.  We saw every other Snowdog and little Snowdog and we are very proud of ourselves for this achievement.  We've also seen a lot of amazing sights along the way because Tyne and Wear is full of wonderful places.

For more information about our amazing quest and the way we were helped by our person, please see my first post on this blog.  It can be found at http://blobandthesnowdogs.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/blob-thing-and-winefride-welcome-you-to.html  I confess that we all got more than a little obsessive about Snowdogs in the first half of November 2016.  There are worse things to get obsessive about.

Please remember that the Great North Snowdogs existed not just as an enjoyable addition to the landscape of our wonderful county of Tyne and Wear but as a way to raise funds for St. Oswald's Hospice which is our local hospice and which does amazing work.  To find out more about the hospice and see ways in which you can donate, should you wish to, please head over to their website.  It can be found at http://www.stoswaldsuk.org/

I will include the above text in all my posts.  It explains everything.  If you get obsessive about Snowdogs too then don't feel you should read it every time.  That would just be taking obsession a step too far.



Today's post contains pictures of the following Snowdogs:

Little Snowdog Pack 7

Photographed on 15th November 2016

I could moan.  I've moaned about this before.  We saw this pack of dogs on the day we went out to see six Snowdogs that my person had seen before.  Winefride and I hadn't seen them because my person forgot to take us out that day.  On 15th November she was making amends by taking us to see those dogs - which I've just blogged about recently - and the little Snowdog packs along the way.

It serves her right though.  On 6th November, the day she forgot to take us out, not only did she get very wet but she only saw two of the little Snowdogs in this pack.  She missed out on some dogs and that's funny.
 
These dogs lived, for the duration of the Snowdogs festival, inside The Biscuit Factory art gallery in Newcastle.  My person got quite confused when she took Winefride and me to see them.  When she had visited on her own the little dogs were scattered, each on their own, in different parts of the gallery.  When we went back she walked through the door and noticed that the dog near the entrance had vanished.  I have to tell you that she panicked a bit.  But it was okay.  In our absence the dogs had all climbed the stairs and were sitting in a group near to the large Snowdog, Gingerbread, who was at the gallery.

They're not the only little dogs to have a life of their own either.  The little Snowdog pack at Newcastle Central Library have completely moved around at least twice.  Every time we've been there the dogs have moved.  I think that during the night they go and explore and play games in the library and take it in turns to go up and down in the lift so they can look through the glass doors.  They remember to get back to the ground floor by the time the security man, possibly Tony, comes to unlock the doors in the morning.  But they forget where they had been standing and hope that nobody will notice that they've been so active in the night.  I don't think anyone from the library has paid enough attention to them to notice.  But I have and so has my person.

All together there were ninety-seven little Snowdogs to find and each one had been decorated by children from different places.  The little Snowdogs, for their own safety I think and so they would have some sane conversation at night like I do with all my friends, had gathered themselves together into packs of dogs.  The smallest pack had three dogs in it and the largest had nine dogs.  And we went to see them all.

Some of the packs I will show you in just one post.  Others will take more than one post.  When there are eight or nine dogs there are a lot of pictures.

The pack I am showing you today is officially pack number seven, the last of the seven little Snowdog packs to be living North of the River Tyne.

Here are our pictures of Little Snowdog pack number seven.  There were six dogs in this pack.

You can see how excited and happy both Winefride and I were to be on the trail of Snowdogs.  We have had an amazing time.  And I think our person has enjoyed herself too.

This first dog is Fun at the Seaside, decorated by children from Dame Allan's Junior School.

The second dog in the pack was called Spotty Rainbow Dog, invented by Isabelle, from Dame Allan's Junior School.

And the third lovely dog was Patch, invented by Ellie, another student from Dame Allan's Junior School.  A very busy dog creation school.

I'm going to carry on and include all six dogs in one enormous dog post.  Here's the fourth dog, Sunshine, created by children from Brunton First School.

The fifth dog was called Peace, and was also created by children from Brunton First School.

And the final dog in the seventh little Snowdog pack - the very last one I have left to show you who lived north of the Tyne - was called Charlie, and was designed by children from Sir Charles Parsons School.

Sir Charles Parsons was an engineer who worked in Newcastle.  He designed steam turbines for ships including the turbine powered yacht Turbinia which can be seen in the Discovery Museum.

Finally, a group shot of the little dogs.

Snow Dog 28: Wor Geordie - Found outside The Cathedral Church of Saint Nicholas

Hello again.

My name is Blob Thing and I am a small pink soft toy.  Together with my sister Winefride I have toured across Tyne and Wear over the course of two weeks and together we have attempted to complete the Great North Snowdog Trail.  This consisted of us having to find sixty-two Snowdogs and ninety-seven little Snowdogs.  That's one hundred and fifty-nine dogs in total.


And that's a lot of dogs.


We almost succeeded too.  We managed to see one hundred and fifty-eight of the dogs in their locations.  The only one we missed was called Patchwork who wasn't in Tyne and Wear at all.  Seeing Patchwork was impossible for us.  Never mind.  We saw every other Snowdog and little Snowdog and we are very proud of ourselves for this achievement.  We've also seen a lot of amazing sights along the way because Tyne and Wear is full of wonderful places.

And we've seen Patchwork too now, at the Snowdog farewell event.  That was a very special day for me, being able to see all the dogs again.  The streets of Tyne and Wear feel somehow empty without those dogs.


For more information about our amazing quest and the way we were helped by our person, please see my first post on this blog.  It can be found at http://blobandthesnowdogs.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/blob-thing-and-winefride-welcome-you-to.html  I confess that we all got more than a little obsessive about Snowdogs in the first half of November 2016.  There are worse things to get obsessive about.


Please remember that the Great North Snowdogs existed not just as an enjoyable addition to the landscape of our wonderful county of Tyne and Wear but as a way to raise funds for St. Oswald's Hospice which is our local hospice and which does amazing work.  To find out more about the hospice and see ways in which you can donate, should you wish to, please head over to their website.  It can be found at http://www.stoswaldsuk.org/


I will include the above text in all my posts.  It explains everything.  If you get obsessive about Snowdogs too then don't feel you should read it every time.  That would just be taking obsession a step too far.



Today's post contains pictures of the following Snowdog:

Dog Number 28

Photographed on 1st November 2016

This dog is called Wor Geordie.

This dog lived, for the duration of the Snowdogs festival, outside the Cathedral Church of Saint Nicholas in Newcastle, near the statue of Queen Victoria.

I have been into the cathedral with my person several times and will eventually manage to write some blog posts about it.  My person will too.  I met lots of new friends in there once, far more friendly than the shouting person who is outside in the street at this moment.

The dog was painted by students from Newcastle College.  They have made a time lapse video of the creation of Wor Geordie and kindly posted it onto the internet.

It was the first of November and we had no idea that we were going to be going on the big Snowdog hunt.  No idea at all.  Before the start of November I had my picture taken, with Winefride, with only two Snowdogs.  Dog number 18, Tails of the North East, because we were passing it anyway.  And dog 22, Hound Dog, who we had passed on 22nd October when out buying a present for someone who had fallen and broken their back.  They were stuck in the hospital at the time and I visited them with Winefride and my person nearly every day they were there.

We didn't know that we would be seeing lots of Snowdogs - or that we would have to go back and take a special trip to see Hound Dog again because we had only taken one picture.

The first of November was the first day of our big Snowdog hunt that finished on the fifteenth of November.  And even once this day was over, a day that included lots of Snowdogs, we didn't know that we were going to be hunting for the rest or visiting packs of Little Snowdogs or getting more than a little obsessive about the whole thing.

On the second of November we saw one more Snowdog.  Accidentally.  We hadn't started our major Snowdog hunt then.

On the third of November we saw no Snowdogs at all.  We hadn't started our major Snowdog hunt then.

On the fourth of November we saw Snowdogs because my person decided to walk a very strange route to buy a pizza in Tesco and that route happened to pass some Snowdogs.  We liked seeing them but we hadn't really picked up the urge to find all the dogs.  I think the seed was planted in us that day but it took time to take root and grow.

You can tell it hadn't grown because on the fifth of November we didn't leave the house at all because my person wasn't able to.  So we saw no Snowdogs that day.

And then there was the sixth of November.  My person was sent out for a walk.  And she chose a route that would pass Snowdogs.  But that was a particularly sad day for me and for my sister Winefride because she forgot to take us out with her.  I've already posted about those dogs and repeated my moan each time.  So Winefride and I saw no Snowdogs that day either.

So between all the days before November and four of the first six days of November we saw a total of three Snowdogs.  Three.  Just Three.

That only left eleven days - including the first and fourth of November on which we could try to find all the dogs.  And we managed it and I am very proud of my achievement.  And there was an entire weekend in those eleven days too on which we couldn't see any new dogs at all.  None at all.


Which means that Winefride and I managed to see fifty-eight new Snowdogs and ninety-seven new little Snowdogs in just nine days.

That's pretty good because my person's head is often not good enough for her to go out lots.  She did extremely well.  As we're typing this she's having some worse days on which being out is very difficult indeed.  It's not her fault.  It's just what it is.


And all the time while searching for Snowdogs we were completing photographic challenges too.  Every day during the end of October and the first half of November my person had a challenge to complete.  It just so happened that the first of November was also the seventh challenge day and the challenger - who also happens to be my creator - challenged my person to take a picture of a white dog.  She thought laterally and decided that since there was a white Snowdog she could take a picture of that.  That was her success.  She got a bigger success the next day when she took a picture of a real white dog just after the three of us had walked down the length of the south pier at the Tyne estuary in South Shields.

That was an amazing day too.  We had to find a white horse and she did so much walking and planned things very carefully indeed so we would pass a pub called The White Horse.  She had a complete moment of total clarity not long after that.  A moment that meant she could change the direction of part of her life and walk away from something which was very good indeed but which wasn't for her.  She had a moment of total joy too when on the pier as she was sprayed with lots of sea water coming over the wall and she just felt bliss and freedom and wonder and excitement and perfect wholeness.  It was a wonderful day.  Maybe I'll write more about it when we come to post about dog number 59, Gizmo.


And then she thought some more.  Each of the first six days of challenges had turned into something more than a challenge.  They had all turned into a big adventure.  She had created the world's least impressive marble run.  She had found a great deal of wonderful street art in Sunderland.  She had created a hammock for Winefride and I out of a bra and posted a video too - because that was a challenge.  She had toured Durham before finding a rainbow ribbon round a tree in Newcastle.  She had found a winged unicorn and Winefride flew on it.  She had a wonderful time in search of a duck.  My person had done so many things and the challenges had been exciting times for her.  You can read about all those challenges on her blog which is linked to at the side of the screen if you're not reading this on a telephone.


The white dog challenge became something more.  She decided to pretend that she didn't really know where a white dog was - which she did because she looked it up online especially and planned things very, very carefully before going out.  She would visit - with Winefride and myself - several dogs in the day all in Newcastle and she would even walk along some streets she had never walked along before in order to find dog number 31, Fear of Emptiness, in the Stephenson Quarter.


It was a great day.  Or part of a day.  We saw lots of interesting things together and the autumn colours were still beautiful.  I especially enjoyed seeing the Metro bridge across the Tyne from above because I happen to like having my picture taken with bridges.  My person even extended our walk after we had found the white dog - Roodle - in order to take pictures of three more dogs.


I suppose it would be safe to say that after the first of November there was a certain inevitability that my person and I would suddenly decide to chase down all the dogs.  We can both get quite obsessive and can have short-term special interests that burst upon us and a blossom of joy and then depart quite suddenly after which we can't even bear to think about them.  At all.  It hurts our brains too much.  My person can have long-term obsessions or special interests too.  I'm not sure whether I can because I'm not yet one year old.  I've had lots of adventures for a soft toy who is so young.  You can read about some of them on my own blog which can be found in a link on the right hand side of your screen if you're not reading this on a phone.


That's enough typing.  My person is glad that she won't have to type so much about every dog and that I'll be getting her to copy and paste everything I just wrote about the first of November when we post about the dogs we saw that day.



Here are our pictures of Wor Geordie, who was the fourth Snowdog we saw that day.

There are less photos of dogs from this day because we were only on a photo challenge to find a white dog.  We didn't know that we were on the Great North Snowdog Trail then.

You can see how excited and happy both Winefride and I were to be on the trail of Snowdogs.  We have had an amazing time.  And I think our person has enjoyed herself too.

Snow Dog 27: The Dog Father - Found At Old Eldon Square, Newcastle

Hello again.

My name is Blob Thing and I am a small pink soft toy.  Together with my sister Winefride I have toured across Tyne and Wear over the course of two weeks and together we have attempted to complete the Great North Snowdog Trail.  This consisted of us having to find sixty-two Snowdogs and ninety-seven little Snowdogs.  That's one hundred and fifty-nine dogs in total.


And that's a lot of dogs.


We almost succeeded too.  We managed to see one hundred and fifty-eight of the dogs in their locations.  The only one we missed was called Patchwork who wasn't in Tyne and Wear at all.  Seeing Patchwork was impossible for us.  Never mind.  We saw every other Snowdog and little Snowdog and we are very proud of ourselves for this achievement.  We've also seen a lot of amazing sights along the way because Tyne and Wear is full of wonderful places.

And we've seen Patchwork too now, at the Snowdog farewell event.  That was a very special day for me, being able to see all the dogs again.  The streets of Tyne and Wear feel somehow empty without those dogs.


For more information about our amazing quest and the way we were helped by our person, please see my first post on this blog.  It can be found at http://blobandthesnowdogs.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/blob-thing-and-winefride-welcome-you-to.html  I confess that we all got more than a little obsessive about Snowdogs in the first half of November 2016.  There are worse things to get obsessive about.


Please remember that the Great North Snowdogs existed not just as an enjoyable addition to the landscape of our wonderful county of Tyne and Wear but as a way to raise funds for St. Oswald's Hospice which is our local hospice and which does amazing work.  To find out more about the hospice and see ways in which you can donate, should you wish to, please head over to their website.  It can be found at http://www.stoswaldsuk.org/


I will include the above text in all my posts.  It explains everything.  If you get obsessive about Snowdogs too then don't feel you should read it every time.  That would just be taking obsession a step too far.



Today's post contains pictures of the following Snowdog:

Dog Number 27

Photographed on 1st November 2016

This dog is called The Dog Father

This dog lived, for the duration of the Snowdogs festival, in Old Eldon Square, Newcastle Upon Tyne

The dog was painted by Jenny Leonard and was sponsored by Ringtons Tea who were handing out free tea bags when we passed by again on 15th November.

It was the first of November and we had no idea that we were going to be going on the big Snowdog hunt.  No idea at all.  Before the start of November I had my picture taken, with Winefride, with only two Snowdogs.  Dog number 18, Tails of the North East, because we were passing it anyway.  And dog 22, Hound Dog, who we had passed on 22nd October when out buying a present for someone who had fallen and broken their back.  They were stuck in the hospital at the time and I visited them with Winefride and my person nearly every day they were there.

We didn't know that we would be seeing lots of Snowdogs - or that we would have to go back and take a special trip to see Hound Dog again because we had only taken one picture.

The first of November was the first day of our big Snowdog hunt that finished on the fifteenth of November.  And even once this day was over, a day that included lots of Snowdogs, we didn't know that we were going to be hunting for the rest or visiting packs of Little Snowdogs or getting more than a little obsessive about the whole thing.

On the second of November we saw one more Snowdog.  Accidentally.  We hadn't started our major Snowdog hunt then.

On the third of November we saw no Snowdogs at all.  We hadn't started our major Snowdog hunt then.

On the fourth of November we saw Snowdogs because my person decided to walk a very strange route to buy a pizza in Tesco and that route happened to pass some Snowdogs.  We liked seeing them but we hadn't really picked up the urge to find all the dogs.  I think the seed was planted in us that day but it took time to take root and grow.

You can tell it hadn't grown because on the fifth of November we didn't leave the house at all because my person wasn't able to.  So we saw no Snowdogs that day.

And then there was the sixth of November.  My person was sent out for a walk.  And she chose a route that would pass Snowdogs.  But that was a particularly sad day for me and for my sister Winefride because she forgot to take us out with her.  I've already posted about those dogs and repeated my moan each time.  So Winefride and I saw no Snowdogs that day either.

So between all the days before November and four of the first six days of November we saw a total of three Snowdogs.  Three.  Just Three.

That only left eleven days - including the first and fourth of November on which we could try to find all the dogs.  And we managed it and I am very proud of my achievement.  And there was an entire weekend in those eleven days too on which we couldn't see any new dogs at all.  None at all.


Which means that Winefride and I managed to see fifty-eight new Snowdogs and ninety-seven new little Snowdogs in just nine days.

That's pretty good because my person's head is often not good enough for her to go out lots.  She did extremely well.  As we're typing this she's having some worse days on which being out is very difficult indeed.  It's not her fault.  It's just what it is.


And all the time while searching for Snowdogs we were completing photographic challenges too.  Every day during the end of October and the first half of November my person had a challenge to complete.  It just so happened that the first of November was also the seventh challenge day and the challenger - who also happens to be my creator - challenged my person to take a picture of a white dog.  She thought laterally and decided that since there was a white Snowdog she could take a picture of that.  That was her success.  She got a bigger success the next day when she took a picture of a real white dog just after the three of us had walked down the length of the south pier at the Tyne estuary in South Shields.

That was an amazing day too.  We had to find a white horse and she did so much walking and planned things very carefully indeed so we would pass a pub called The White Horse.  She had a complete moment of total clarity not long after that.  A moment that meant she could change the direction of part of her life and walk away from something which was very good indeed but which wasn't for her.  She had a moment of total joy too when on the pier as she was sprayed with lots of sea water coming over the wall and she just felt bliss and freedom and wonder and excitement and perfect wholeness.  It was a wonderful day.  Maybe I'll write more about it when we come to post about dog number 59, Gizmo.


And then she thought some more.  Each of the first six days of challenges had turned into something more than a challenge.  They had all turned into a big adventure.  She had created the world's least impressive marble run.  She had found a great deal of wonderful street art in Sunderland.  She had created a hammock for Winefride and I out of a bra and posted a video too - because that was a challenge.  She had toured Durham before finding a rainbow ribbon round a tree in Newcastle.  She had found a winged unicorn and Winefride flew on it.  She had a wonderful time in search of a duck.  My person had done so many things and the challenges had been exciting times for her.  You can read about all those challenges on her blog which is linked to at the side of the screen if you're not reading this on a telephone.


The white dog challenge became something more.  She decided to pretend that she didn't really know where a white dog was - which she did because she looked it up online especially and planned things very, very carefully before going out.  She would visit - with Winefride and myself - several dogs in the day all in Newcastle and she would even walk along some streets she had never walked along before in order to find dog number 31, Fear of Emptiness, in the Stephenson Quarter.


It was a great day.  Or part of a day.  We saw lots of interesting things together and the autumn colours were still beautiful.  I especially enjoyed seeing the Metro bridge across the Tyne from above because I happen to like having my picture taken with bridges.  My person even extended our walk after we had found the white dog - Roodle - in order to take pictures of three more dogs.


I suppose it would be safe to say that after the first of November there was a certain inevitability that my person and I would suddenly decide to chase down all the dogs.  We can both get quite obsessive and can have short-term special interests that burst upon us and a blossom of joy and then depart quite suddenly after which we can't even bear to think about them.  At all.  It hurts our brains too much.  My person can have long-term obsessions or special interests too.  I'm not sure whether I can because I'm not yet one year old.  I've had lots of adventures for a soft toy who is so young.  You can read about some of them on my own blog which can be found in a link on the right hand side of your screen if you're not reading this on a phone.


That's enough typing.  My person is glad that she won't have to type so much about every dog and that I'll be getting her to copy and paste everything I just wrote about the first of November when we post about the dogs we saw that day.


Here are our pictures of The Dog Father who was one of the extra dogs and my person hadn't planned that we would go and see it, even after we had taken our picture of Roodle and completed the challenge.



There are less photos of dogs from this day because we were only on a photo challenge to find a white dog.  We didn't know that we were on the Great North Snowdog Trail then.

You can see how excited and happy both Winefride and I were to be on the trail of Snowdogs.  We have had an amazing time.  And I think our person has enjoyed herself too.

Snow Dog 26: Arthur - Found at Theatre Royal, Newcastle Upon Tyne

Hello again.

My name is Blob Thing and I am a small pink soft toy.  Together with my sister Winefride I have toured across Tyne and Wear over the course of two weeks and together we have attempted to complete the Great North Snowdog Trail.  This consisted of us having to find sixty-two Snowdogs and ninety-seven little Snowdogs.  That's one hundred and fifty-nine dogs in total.


And that's a lot of dogs.


We almost succeeded too.  We managed to see one hundred and fifty-eight of the dogs in their locations.  The only one we missed was called Patchwork who wasn't in Tyne and Wear at all.  Seeing Patchwork was impossible for us.  Never mind.  We saw every other Snowdog and little Snowdog and we are very proud of ourselves for this achievement.  We've also seen a lot of amazing sights along the way because Tyne and Wear is full of wonderful places.

And we've seen Patchwork too now, at the Snowdog farewell event.  That was a very special day for me, being able to see all the dogs again.  The streets of Tyne and Wear feel somehow empty without those dogs.


For more information about our amazing quest and the way we were helped by our person, please see my first post on this blog.  It can be found at http://blobandthesnowdogs.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/blob-thing-and-winefride-welcome-you-to.html  I confess that we all got more than a little obsessive about Snowdogs in the first half of November 2016.  There are worse things to get obsessive about.


Please remember that the Great North Snowdogs existed not just as an enjoyable addition to the landscape of our wonderful county of Tyne and Wear but as a way to raise funds for St. Oswald's Hospice which is our local hospice and which does amazing work.  To find out more about the hospice and see ways in which you can donate, should you wish to, please head over to their website.  It can be found at http://www.stoswaldsuk.org/


I will include the above text in all my posts.  It explains everything.  If you get obsessive about Snowdogs too then don't feel you should read it every time.  That would just be taking obsession a step too far.



Today's post contains pictures of the following Snowdog:

Dog Number 26

Photographed on 1st November 2016, the fifth dog we met that day.

This dog is called Arthur.

This dog lived, for the duration of the Snowdogs festival, outside the Theatre Royal, Newcastle Upon Tyne.

The dog was painted by Jeff Rowland, who named the dog after his late father who was cared for by St. Oswald's Hospice.

It was the first of November and we had no idea that we were going to be going on the big Snowdog hunt.  No idea at all.  Before the start of November I had my picture taken, with Winefride, with only two Snowdogs.  Dog number 18, Tails of the North East, because we were passing it anyway.  And dog 22, Hound Dog, who we had passed on 22nd October when out buying a present for someone who had fallen and broken their back.  They were stuck in the hospital at the time and I visited them with Winefride and my person nearly every day they were there.

We didn't know that we would be seeing lots of Snowdogs - or that we would have to go back and take a special trip to see Hound Dog again because we had only taken one picture.

The first of November was the first day of our big Snowdog hunt that finished on the fifteenth of November.  And even once this day was over, a day that included lots of Snowdogs, we didn't know that we were going to be hunting for the rest or visiting packs of Little Snowdogs or getting more than a little obsessive about the whole thing.

On the second of November we saw one more Snowdog.  Accidentally.  We hadn't started our major Snowdog hunt then.

On the third of November we saw no Snowdogs at all.  We hadn't started our major Snowdog hunt then.

On the fourth of November we saw Snowdogs because my person decided to walk a very strange route to buy a pizza in Tesco and that route happened to pass some Snowdogs.  We liked seeing them but we hadn't really picked up the urge to find all the dogs.  I think the seed was planted in us that day but it took time to take root and grow.

You can tell it hadn't grown because on the fifth of November we didn't leave the house at all because my person wasn't able to.  So we saw no Snowdogs that day.

And then there was the sixth of November.  My person was sent out for a walk.  And she chose a route that would pass Snowdogs.  But that was a particularly sad day for me and for my sister Winefride because she forgot to take us out with her.  I've already posted about those dogs and repeated my moan each time.  So Winefride and I saw no Snowdogs that day either.

So between all the days before November and four of the first six days of November we saw a total of three Snowdogs.  Three.  Just Three.

That only left eleven days - including the first and fourth of November on which we could try to find all the dogs.  And we managed it and I am very proud of my achievement.  And there was an entire weekend in those eleven days too on which we couldn't see any new dogs at all.  None at all.


Which means that Winefride and I managed to see fifty-eight new Snowdogs and ninety-seven new little Snowdogs in just nine days.

That's pretty good because my person's head is often not good enough for her to go out lots.  She did extremely well.  As we're typing this she's having some worse days on which being out is very difficult indeed.  It's not her fault.  It's just what it is.


And all the time while searching for Snowdogs we were completing photographic challenges too.  Every day during the end of October and the first half of November my person had a challenge to complete.  It just so happened that the first of November was also the seventh challenge day and the challenger - who also happens to be my creator - challenged my person to take a picture of a white dog.  She thought laterally and decided that since there was a white Snowdog she could take a picture of that.  That was her success.  She got a bigger success the next day when she took a picture of a real white dog just after the three of us had walked down the length of the south pier at the Tyne estuary in South Shields.

That was an amazing day too.  We had to find a white horse and she did so much walking and planned things very carefully indeed so we would pass a pub called The White Horse.  She had a complete moment of total clarity not long after that.  A moment that meant she could change the direction of part of her life and walk away from something which was very good indeed but which wasn't for her.  She had a moment of total joy too when on the pier as she was sprayed with lots of sea water coming over the wall and she just felt bliss and freedom and wonder and excitement and perfect wholeness.  It was a wonderful day.  Maybe I'll write more about it when we come to post about dog number 59, Gizmo.


And then she thought some more.  Each of the first six days of challenges had turned into something more than a challenge.  They had all turned into a big adventure.  She had created the world's least impressive marble run.  She had found a great deal of wonderful street art in Sunderland.  She had created a hammock for Winefride and I out of a bra and posted a video too - because that was a challenge.  She had toured Durham before finding a rainbow ribbon round a tree in Newcastle.  She had found a winged unicorn and Winefride flew on it.  She had a wonderful time in search of a duck.  My person had done so many things and the challenges had been exciting times for her.  You can read about all those challenges on her blog which is linked to at the side of the screen if you're not reading this on a telephone.


The white dog challenge became something more.  She decided to pretend that she didn't really know where a white dog was - which she did because she looked it up online especially and planned things very, very carefully before going out.  She would visit - with Winefride and myself - several dogs in the day all in Newcastle and she would even walk along some streets she had never walked along before in order to find dog number 31, Fear of Emptiness, in the Stephenson Quarter.


It was a great day.  Or part of a day.  We saw lots of interesting things together and the autumn colours were still beautiful.  I especially enjoyed seeing the Metro bridge across the Tyne from above because I happen to like having my picture taken with bridges.  My person even extended our walk after we had found the white dog - Roodle - in order to take pictures of three more dogs.


I suppose it would be safe to say that after the first of November there was a certain inevitability that my person and I would suddenly decide to chase down all the dogs.  We can both get quite obsessive and can have short-term special interests that burst upon us and a blossom of joy and then depart quite suddenly after which we can't even bear to think about them.  At all.  It hurts our brains too much.  My person can have long-term obsessions or special interests too.  I'm not sure whether I can because I'm not yet one year old.  I've had lots of adventures for a soft toy who is so young.  You can read about some of them on my own blog which can be found in a link on the right hand side of your screen if you're not reading this on a phone.


That's enough typing.  My person is glad that she won't have to type so much about every dog and that I'll be getting her to copy and paste everything I just wrote about the first of November when we post about the dogs we saw that day.


Here are our pictures of Arthur.


There are less photos of dogs from this day because we were only on a photo challenge to find a white dog.  We didn't know that we were on the Great North Snowdog Trail then.

You can see how excited and happy both Winefride and I were to be on the trail of Snowdogs.  We have had an amazing time.  And I think our person has enjoyed herself too.