A walk in the woods

I promised to tell you about some of my adventures on holiday back home in Canada, so here goes. As you might know, Canada is a very big country, full of forests and lakes, and lots of people like to go on camping trips, doing some canoeing perhaps, and some fishing. Well, I'm not sure about canoes, as they look very wobbly to me, so I just decided to go off on a fishing trip. I put on my wellies to keep my paws dry, got out my fishing rod and set off into the woods. I followed a path leading to a small lake which everybody told me was a sure-fire winner for fishing success. After about a quarter of an hour, I was in quite a deep, dense bit of the forest, when all of a sudden there was a rustling in the undergrowth just ahead, and out stepped the biggest bear I've ever seen! Of course, we have bears in Sylvania, but they're not much bigger than me, and anyway they are all very friendly and don't like to eat anything much other than honey, or perhaps condensed milk. Canadian bears are completely different, and if there's one thing they love, it's fish. And here I was in the middle of the forest, with fishing gear, probably smelling of the bear's favourite food! He didn't say anything at all, but just looked down at me from a great height, so I decided to back away very slowly. This seemed to be a good strategy, until ...I heard more rustling behind me! I just froze - what would I do if it was the bear's even fiercer big brother!! You'll have to wait to find out what happened next.

What I did on my holidays

Hello everybody! Sorry that I haven't written anything for such a long time, but I've been away on my holidays. I'm going to try to catch over the next couple of weeks and tell you all about the adventures I had. I've just got back from visiting all my friends and relations in Canada, and I had a great time there. But first let me tell you about my visit to Sweden.

I have got an aunt in Sweden -well I call her an Aunt, but she's actually a friend of my mother from when she was a sled dog for a while. She's a moose called Hälge. Aunty Hälge lives near Stockholm and she took for a day out in the city centre. Stockholm is a very beautiful city with lots of islands with bridges between them. Aunty Hälge took this picture of me standing in front of a huge sailing ship. We had a little boat ride around the harbour later on - but our boat wasn't as big as this! Pity - I rather fancy myself as a nautical pup.

We had planned to travel up North to visit the reindeers, but seems they are already busy preparing for Christmas, so I'll go and see them another time.

I'll be back soon, with news of my visit to Canada. Love Bobby xx

See for yourselves!

You know last time I said I wished you could have seen me on the train? Well, guess what? There was someone with a video camera filming the whole thing! I've never tried putting a video on my blog before, so I hope it works out OK - perhaps someone could leave a comment to let me know.

Bucky says I looked rather nervous as I stood on the back of the guard's van, because the train was going so fast, but I'm sure that I just look intrepid. See what you think!

A very exciting outing

Today I went on a train for the first time ever! There is a little steam railway not far from us that takes people on outings during the summer. The surroundings are very pretty, and, as it was a nice warm day, Bucky, Kevin and I decided to give it a try. In the picture, you can see the three of us waiting patiently on the platform. Well at least, I was waiting patiently - I'm sorry to report that the other two were not quite so well-behaved. Bucky had to be warned against gnawing on the wooden bits of the station building, and as for Kevin! I don't want to say too much, but I don't think scrounging biscuit crumbs off other passengers is the correct behaviour for a well brought up chicken. Free range is one thing, but there have to be limits.

Anyway, after a while the train drew into the platform. The driver was very nice and let me stand on the footplate (that's what the driver's cab is called) for a little while. I wasn't allowed there for the actual journey of course - and to be honest it's just as well. It might be a very small engine, but it was really fast! It's a pity you weren't there to see me.

The Perfect Home

We have found the perfect place for the Bearskis at last! We had completely given up on finding a suitable home for them in the village, so we decided we must look further afield. Mrs Bearski made a picnic and put it in a basket for Mr Bearski to carry. Mrs Bearski herself carried a big jug of orange juice (which I thought she was bound to spill, but she is incredibly careful). Then we set off, with Bucky along to help amuse the little ones.

After about an hour of walking we all sat down to have a bite to eat, and leaned up against a big tree. To my amazement, I saw that there was a big door in the tree trunk, and on further inspection we discovered that it was one big tree house! Not only has it got lots of room for the whole family, but part of it converts into a table for dinner time, and best of all , there are enough tyre swings for the whole family! You can guess where Bucky and the little ones went straight away. As usual, I ended exhausted from pushing them for ages!

The tree house doesn't seem to be occupied, and, of course, Mrs Bearski was overjoyed with her new home, so that's where the Bearskis are going to live from now one. Bucky and I promised to come and visit them as often as we can. Judging by how well Bucky seemed to be getting on with young Miss Bearski, I think that might be quite often! Is there romance in the air?

Problems with the Housing Market

I'm still having trouble trying to find somewhere suitable for the Bearskis to live. Bucky and I thought hard about it, and even Kevin the chicken lent a hand (or beak), but we couldn't think of any Sylvanian house that has enough room for a whole extra family. In the end, we decided that we would have to give up our log cabin. After all, we don't live there, we just use it as a play house - and as the Bearskis are from Canada as well, we thought that they should feel at home.

Oh dear, that was a mistake. Mrs Bearski took one look and didn't like it at all. She says that one room isn't enough for a growing family, and anyway Bears like to live in the woods, not in the middle of an open field. It's something to do with foraging for honey I suppose. If they are that keen on trees, I'd better keep Bucky's "hobby" (nibbling trees until they fall down) a pretty well guarded secret. So where on earth am I going to find a house that is also part of a forest?

Hello, I'm back!

Hello everybody! I'm sorry it's been so long since I last updated my blog, but I've been away on holiday. I had a lovely 4 weeks back in my native Labrador, visiting all my family and friends, but now I have returned to Sylvania.

Today was a lovely day, so Bucky, Kevin the Chicken and I all decided to go for a country walk. As we were crossing the meadow, we met a family of small bears. They are called the Bearski family, and they come from a place called Furryville. By an amazing coincidence, they are from Canada too, and they have come over here on their holidays, but they didn't arrange for anywhere to stay. Unfortunately, there isn't a hotel in our village, so we've got a bit of a problem.

Anyway, I have promised to try and find somewhere for them to stay. Surely there will be someone with a spare room? Or two? Won't there?