Squeak’s Snowdon and Carruthers

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Some people go up Mount Snowdon by rail from Llanberis.

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But me and my pet humans are going along the Llanberis Path.

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There is a map showing it to the north of the summit on this link.

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I led the way.

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Straight to Halfway House for a shared Slush Puppy.

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My pet human kept stopping to take photographs

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Of the mountains and lakes.

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Here I am looking at how far we have come. Llanberis is where the lake is on the left of this photo.

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It is time to move on though.

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The end is in sight.

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A helicopter rescue was happening on that mountain.

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As we approached the summit an RAF Mountain Rescue helicopter buzzed us!

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I wonder if Prince William was flying?

All the human climbers waved- it lifted people’s spirits.

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I took a moment to be smug.

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I am Squeak, Conquerer of Mountains!

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I slept well that night in the cottage by the sea.

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We are back from Wales now. I have some emails to reply to from you all.  Will do ASAP. As you can imagine I am knee high in washing and of course it is raining.  I did take the dreaded Koi cross stitch UFO but it still isn’t finished.

We delivered some boxes to the Welsh branch of Freshfields Rescue from their Formby branch, then looked at their greyhound cross (lurcher) dogs to be a new hound for Son. There were 3.

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Choccy a bouncy lovely lad with such good manners with the hounds and us, but sadly with my back, too strong for me to lead walk if Son were ill.

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Bob a black and white lad who was very interested in everything around the field, but not the hounds.

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Then there was Alfie who was so at home with our pack that he rolled in the grass and asked for a tummy rub. He loved being stroked.

Son chose Alfie.

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Alfie got renamed Carruthers by Son and they have had a lovely week getting to know one another.

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The cottage we rented, had a field, so the hounds had a bit of off lead time.

Squeak ran the length Son had flattened with a roller. It was beautiful to watch her at full stretch, her legs making a straight line with her tummy, running just because she felt like it.

Bliss.

She smiled a lot on holiday.


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