Welcome to my very own page - easily the best page on the site. Don't I look cute? My dad took this photo in August 2002 when I was only eight weeks old. I thought I was a Golden Retriever, but apparently I'm a Right Little Sod! Anyway, I'm supposed to tell all you dogs out there how good it is here, so here goes.

The cottages are warm and cosy, and very dog friendly. You're not allowed to poo on the lawn, but nowhere's perfect. We do provide you with your own food bowl to save space in your car, and there's a nice green place mat in case like me you're a messy eater!

If there's more than one of you, please see this : Multiple Dogs At Midtown

The real reason you should come here is for mega walkies! This is my friend Barney with his dad on the top of a hill called Rannerdale Knots. It's quite near here so we go there a lot. The top is really nice 'cos when you get there, your people are likely to produce a picnic out of the big bags they carry on their backs. If you stand up here and bark, it carries ever so far. My dad makes more noise trying to shut me up than I do in full swing!

How about a swim? This is me, Magill & mum at Crummock water, just ten minutes drive away, and we go there most mornings. If it's very early there are ducks on the water, but I'll tell you now, they're a snooty lot. I keep asking them to come and play but they won't. I've even tried swimming over to say hello but they just paddled off. I was going to give them a piece of my mind, but they're really fast!

In lots of places, they put special dog doors in fences so fatties like my two brothers, Dryfus and Magill, can squeeze through instead of jumping over. This is Dryfus coming through the one on the top of Low Fell which is very close to the cottages. It looks as if he's a really long dog, but that's just Magill behind him waiting to come through. Magill always brings up the rear!

This is Dryfus too - looking smug. He's in Whinlatter Forest which you drive through just before you get here. They have a visitor centre where there are lots of forest walks to follow, and if you're bringing any young masters or mistresses with you, there's lots of activity trails too. There's a tea room where they serve really good cakes. At least, that's what I've heard. I'm far too sensible to eat cake!

Magill said there were not enough photo's of him here, so here's one of him & Dryfus sitting on the bridge on Hopebeck Road with my mum & grandma. There are some really good walks around the village too. My dad doesn't like to go up high on the fells if it's foggy or really wet so we walk along here. It's a nice walk, but from one place they always stop and stare with round tubes on their faces saying "Look, you can see Scotland from here". No? No, I can't see what's exciting about that either.

I've been for a swim! It's my fifteen week birthday today. If I wasn't wet and looking just a tiny bit scruffy, you'd see that I'm starting to get big dog curls down my back and tail. Hey! I'm starting to get fan mail - mainly from girl pups - but then I suppose that's what I must expect as a lean, mean, barking machine! I've also got some fans who have added me to their favourites list so they keep coming back to see what I've been up to. I must try to keep this page up to date. One should never disappoint ones fans.

I run my little paws to a frazzle when we're here, so at the end of the day it's nice to relax. Just before dad took this photo, I was sleeping with my head on top of Magill's but when I saw the camera coming I decided to move! Tee Hee!

This was taken in October 2003! The boys & I took mum & dad to the top of Lord's Seat where we could see right over to Scotland. (Dad had to have five goes at this picture 'cos I kept wriggling and facing the wrong way or laying up-side-down!)

This was taken in May 2004 - I'm almost two and almost full grown. We're on top of Low Fell; Dad wanted to put this one on the site - he said mum looked "windswept & interesting".

Those of you who come regularly or read our newsletter will know all about Cyril! Dad always puts out nuts for him, and lots of you have told us you've seen him but he never puts in an appearance while we're here. Well, he did today! Dad got his camera and took this shot. I barked at Cyril to stand still but he wouldn't. One small volley of barks (I do it best when my legs go all stiff and I bounce!) and the ungrateful little devil was up the tree and gone. I got into trouble for barking, but I was telling him to stand still, honest! Don't squirrels understand bark?

In the words of someone I've never met, Victor Meldrew, I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!! Look what's just arrived! Here we are, September 2006, just a few months after my fourth birthday and I'm obviously no longer cute enough for them! What are they thinking of? Don't they know that these things pee & poo everywhere? (I didn't of course, but then I was exceptional - well, I still am!)

Now I'm going to whisper this next bit because I don't want everyone to hear. I'm actually just the teensiest bit scared of it! It chases me! And I'm sure those little needle teeth would be most painful!

Oh, in case you're interested - though I can't imagine why - it's called Hector.

Hector's Podcast Page

Hey dudes! I'm getting the hang of this. These stiles are really tricky - you can see the gap at the top but you have to walk up the stone steps at the side to get to it. Of course, I manage it easily but Hector's hopeless and usually has to have his bum lifted. What a wuss!

Added by Mick : Trust me, he didn't get the hang of it first time and he still can't walk down the other side - he has to launch himself off the top!