High wind, big things & small dogs.

On the sofa in the TV room

We went for our usual wander up the road last night but it was a strange one, the wind was high and blustery, bumping into us when it was strong. The noises it makes are fascinating to me but, to Sandy, disconcerting. Enjoying the sound of the wind in the big beech tree further up our road is a highlight of our walk, but not for Sandy. He hears but doesn't understand,

"What's that Dad?"

"You look really startled Sandy, what's wrong?"

Coats & Jackets

 

Embarrassed 

As the walking hour of 8 o'clock was approaching I headed downstairs to get dressed for our walk, Sandy was lying on the rug at the bottom of the stairs, eyes trained on the landing waiting for my appearance. As soon as he sees me he's up on all four legs, tail wagging, ears pricked up and a look of feverish excitement in his eyes.

"Hi Sandy, you about ready to go?"

"Sure am Dad."

"I'll get my outdoor clothes on then we're off."

"Don't be long Dad."

Sandy Goes Sunbathing

I wandered into the TV room this early afternoon as I hadn't seem Sandy for a while and he often snatches a wee snooze there during the day. Sure enough there he was sleeping on the sofa with the warm rays of the sun wrapped round him.

"Hey Sandy, what's the news?"

"Not much Dad but, considering it's only half way through February in Glasgow, Scotland, I sure am enjoying these rays."

"You look comfortable but why lying down, why aren't you sitting on the window seat guarding the house?"

"I was but the sun made me drowsy and it's low in the sky so it makes being on lookout difficult, may I have a pair of those dark glasses that Mum always wears? I think that would keep me on lookout much longer".

A Wee Donner

I'm just back from taking Sandy for "a wee Donner" up the road, (who knew we had kebabs in Scotland when slang was invented?) . An odd walk, about half way up Colquhoun he was spooked by something, stopped dead & refused to move forward, insisting on going back. "Come on Dad I'm spooked, don't know what it is, some scent I caught on the breeze or from the ground, I really want to go home".

I was surprised, lately he'd been getting to the top of the road and looked interested in exploring further but now a volte-face, "What's up young fella?" He looked up at me with those big eyes of his & said quietly "I think it's a big fox, please let's go home". So that's what we did, turned around & headed home, his ears flat to his head, body low to the ground and stopping every few yards to look back.

Sandy Gains Weight

Sandy slouched through the kitchen as I was eating dinner the other day, the way he moved made me look again, yes he was heavier than he used to be, I wondered if he knew.

"Hey fella, you getting a bit podgy?"

"I am & it's your fault."

I was a bit put out at this accusation what did his weight have to do with me, I don't feed him, Liz does, and I never, almost never, give him any doggie treats.

"My fault, how's that then?"

"You never take me out walkies any more."