January has been a horrid month for weather, from the early cold snap to the Red Weather Warning of Storm Eowyn. We managed to get to a few places, but mostly, we were stuck inside.
At the start of the month, we went for a walk beside the canal at Clydebank. The Man had to pull a line of fishing bait out of Poppy's mouth, which she'd found in the long grass. Fortunately, the hook didn't rip anything on the way in or out.
On another day, after the sun came out, we headed for Prestwick Beach. However, the sun forgot to turn on the warmth, perhaps not wanting to spoil the beauty of Arran's snowcapped peaks. The sky was a beautiful, glacial blue.
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| My hippy look |
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| Poppy got lost on the sand dunes - we found her munching on someone's leftovers. |
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| I'm now the black sheep of the family |
Time for a shear.
Back to looking my age again, thanks to Michelle at PawzGrooming.
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| We took Poppy to her first cafe visit - she behaved admirably. |
Our next trip was over the Clyde to Bowling Harbour.
After a brief walk on the 'beach' (yuck), we strolled back along the canal, ensuring Poppy didn't gobble down any more fish bait. One of the boats must have been there a long time. It was crewed by skeletons.
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| Poppy's 2nd cafe visit. This time, the leash had to be held tightly. |
As Storn Eowyn approached, everyone was advised to remain indoors. All the buses and trains were cancelled, and both events the humans were due to attend were called off. I didn't get my walk until after it had blown over. I didn't like it when the wind caused the letterbox to knock at the front door.
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| A storm is coming... |
We were lucky; only our summerhouse was damaged. Our neighbours didn't fare as well, as many of the local trees and fences were blown over.
Barshaw Park suffered badly, too. Ancient trees were timbered.
Glenburn Country Park had lots of fresh damage, but it was difficult to tell because they still had lots of fallen trees from before.
Poppy
I have to admit my fractious relationship with Poppy is mellowing. We play fight often, but she doesn't sink her fangs into my skin like she used to. Sometimes, I terrify her with my gruffness, making her zoom around the room like a panicked rat. She's managed to avoid peeing behind the living room table for a while now (although she mainly did that when it was literally freezing outside). I still don't like that she gets all the attention from passersby on our walks or that she regards our toy box as hers (she always wants the one I'm playing with). She's claimed my spot on the couch, forcing me to go upstairs to chill out on the humans' bed. I could lie beside her, but I can't relax. I don't trust her not to jump on me when I'm sleeping.
She's a right Tenacious P—properly stubborn and belligerent. I hope she improves with age and training.
What is funny is that the man accidentally trained her to recall when he whistles, which is great, except the Woman cannot whistle. She's fuming.
Cute puppy alert.
And me, sulking till next month.
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| It's lucky we have two couches at the cabin. |
