The new year brought me new levels of responsibility and maturity. The Man removed the dog grill from the back of his car [in truth, he broke it putting his back seats down while taking rubbish to the dump]. He also removed the stair guard from the hall, allowing me free access upstairs on the promise I wouldn't misbehave, eat socks or pee on their bed. Thus far, I have succeeded in all those requests but that didn't mean I was entirely angelic.
When the Woman was putting away the Christmas tree, the branches looked to me like chew sticks so, when she wasn't looking, I removed one from the bag and had a good go at it. She reclaimed it, returning it to the bag but I wasn't finished. When her back was turned, I took it out again and ensured it wouldn't be needed for next year.
The Woman was working in the garden so I offered to help remove the plants from her raised bed. In truth, I was searching for whatever the squirrel had buried there. He's not the only one that enjoys a garden nibble in the winter.
At the Man's Mum's house for the First Paw of the New Year, I smelled a definite whiff of urine on the carpet. It was canine in origin (the old Woman isn't incontinent... yet), so I continued the conversation by peeing on top of it. It's what we dogs do. Later, Molly also signed off on the spot and the Woman had to take over her carpet cleaner to wash away all the conversations. All chats must now be conducted outdoors.
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| I'm not lying on the floor. Someone's pee'd on it. |
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| I'm not lying on the floor. (You know the rest). |
The Man's Old Woman got Covid so we took in her dog, Molly, while she recovered.
Molly is no trouble. She doesn't play much but she leaves lots of treats for me to hoover up. However, if she gets a whiff of roast chicken, she becomes a monster.
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| Soon to be starring in the canine remake of 'It' |
My last piece of mischief came in the Linwood Community Cafe. I was there with the Woman and her pals plus their dogs. While the Woman was paying the bill, my doggy pals dared me to say hello to the staff. So I did. I slipped my collar, unbeknownst to Lindsay, who was still holding my lead as I dashed behind the counter to greet everyone. I didn't make it onto the counter this time, nor did I snaffle any snacks but I did cause some hilarious uproar with my cheekiness. We are still allowed back.
Some of this month's walks (it even snowed).
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I met a new friend in Aberfoyle
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| Trossachs Holiday Park |
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| Aberfoyle |
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| Plean Country Park |
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| River Walk, Aberfoyle |
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| Rabbit Hill, Aberfoyle |
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| A spooky pic of Ben Ledi above Gartmore |
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| No mention of rules for sheep I notice. |
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All this mischief has me dog-tired. Geddit?
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