March has been a month of many weathers. One minute, the rain was pelting down; the next, there was glorious sunshine; the next, hailstones; then more rain. Sometimes it was warm, sometimes it was cold. And I didn't have my shaggy coat to protect me any more.
We were sent off to the cabin with the Man at the start of the month. The Woman was seeing other animals at the Pavilion (not a play about the Old Firm, but a wildlife photography show). Rusty was at our house, so it was wiser that we weren't.
The beginning, leading to...
The rain had been so heavy that there was flooding across Aberfoyle, but not as bad as it had been in the past.
"The water doesn't normally come this far."
We can't go on the Nature Walk.
That's normally a field, not a pond.
The burn has flooded that field, too.
We took to the high ground.
Keep up, slow coach.
"Let's look in opposite directions".
When we got home, we discovered bees trying to break into the house.
Poppy loves a good chew. She's never satisfied with only one toy. She's always looking for something new. I warned her that the power cable was a no-no.
Somehow, she didn't electrocute herself
We had plenty of walks on the Gleniffer Braes.
"He told us to sit." "Nah, he just wants to photograph the clouds."
I think the Man is cloud crazy.
The Man took us across the road into the other field, the one where the cows had been. He didn't let us off our leads. There were cowpats everywhere. I so wanted to roll in them. My new, short coat needs... decoration.
We had Molly staying with us for a few nights. She fitted right in (to my bed).
She thinks it's hers.
Poppy resumed her stone collection
Inside Poppy's mind
'What's she got?'
'That's my other bone.'
'She's chewing my other bone.'
'Wait, she's stopped.'
'Time to relieve her of it.'
'They're both mine, right!'
So I photobombed her picture.
"Oi, what are you doing?"
She wasn't happy, hee-hee.
Another posed pic at Barshaw
"Are you photographing me or the cloud?"
"Poppy, stick your tongue out."
More bone shenanigans,
this time on the couch.
She's spotted me
She's watching
Pounce
I give up
The morning sun drew us into the summerhouse for the first time this year.
Poppy made herself comfortable (at my expense)
He's photographing clouds again.
More clouds
We're not even in this one.
I couldn't resist it, and not for the first time this month. I ended up getting three baths!
I wonder what Poppy sees up here.
Nice view of the pavement and road.
Oh-oh, here comes trouble.
What do you mean, 'What am I doing?"
I was looking out the window.
No, you'll just have to wait.
I don't care if you beg, I'm staying.
Oh well...
I was a naughty girl.
Yes, you were.
Don't start on this one! This is mine.
And that's her told!
The humans put us into kennels this month. Only for a couple of nights. I can't tell you what went on. I signed a contract. All I can say is, "What happens at North Glassock, stays at North Glassock". We're getting to go back again. Yeeesss!
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