November 2025 - Autumnal Leaves

 

November has brought all kinds of weather: rain, gales, fog, frost and sun. I never know whether I'm getting a coat-on or coat-off sort of walk. It's been so cold at times, the humans decided they want to leave us. They never did that before we got Poppy, so I reckon it's her fault they re-ordered their passports. They haven't arranged our passports, so I have no idea where we're going while they flee the country. I've been sniffing homeless beggars, just in case. I'd love to sit outside a shop all day, attracting strangers' attention. I don't know what we'd do with Poppy. With all her excitable behaviour, I'd have to pretend she wasn't with me.

Not today. This is a bed day.

I got into a fight with a cat in Aberfoyle. We were playing in the field when I smelled its arrival outside the houses on the other side of the road. That didn't deter me. I rushed across the road, barking loudly. Usually when I do that, my prey runs away, but this one stood its ground, arching its back, swiping its claw and hissing at me. I didn't know what to do, so I barked even more, complaining to it for not running off. A fellow dogwalker told the humans that the cat is known locally as Psycho-Cat. It is renowned for dog-slashing, so I got off lightly. The Man was dismayed by my behaviour as I didn't return to his whistle. He had to shoo me back to the field and hasn't taken us back there since.

I'm in hardly any of the pictures this month.

I wouldn't eat a hankie.

Sorry, you mean this hankie? I thought it was a stone.

Like these ones, which I brought into the house previously.

Permission to bring a wee one inside?

You don't want me having any stones, do you?

The battle for the couch.

I'm going to win.

Submit and get onto the floor.

I won

The rain was so heavy, the Racecourse turned into a pond.

Poppy paddling

Where did Paisley go?

I think it went this way.

Snow on the mountains

I'm glad it's way over there.

A cloud goose flying South.

It's going the wrong way. That's West.

Those sticks are glowing.

Finally, a picture of me

Photo bomb

I'll give you a count of five, Millie. 

Run!

She's catching me. How did that happen?

A beautiful sunset.

I'm ready for my close-up.

Are you really a rabbit?

It's only a warm reflection. The water is freezing.

Finally, a nice one of me.