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."

A Road Too Far?

Set off with Sandy dog but this time went down our drive and turned right along the main road then first right again, he was scared on the busy main road but seemed happier when we left it, that is till we covered about two hundred yards where he stopped dead. Knowing that he's a bit shy about his fear, especially where girls are concerned, I picked him up & whispered,
"You scared, puppy dog?"

"You bet Dad."

"What's eating you?"

"I'm too far from home and I've lost my bearings, I want to go back."

Well thought I, this is no good, I've got to get him past this. So, still carrying him, I head on up the road. He doesn't seem to be a heavy dog when you pick him up but by the time I reached the top of the road I was feeling his weight, I turned right and after a few yards I put him back on his four paws. He stood looking around for a moment then, with ears flat and belly low to the ground, headed home.
As we headed down our road his nervousness decreased a bit, I was glad 'cause I wasn't sure how much further I could've carried the wee devil. He was still moving fast but not pulling and in this condition we reached home.

We stopped in the vestibule for a quick word before going in,

"Was that OK young fella?"

"I'm not so sure Dad, it was a bit frightening but you carrying me up that other road sure helped a lot."

"That's good, will we try again tomorrow?"

"OK, let's give it a go, I'm not promising but there are some real good smells round that corner."

I started to open the door when he pulled me back,

"Not a word to Mum though, please?"

"Mum's the word."

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".