Wednesday, 5 September 2012

A Mutt & His Mountain

A Man Mutt & His Mountain
 I (Drift) really do feel on top of the world when standing atop some rugged mountainscape viewing the great expanse of land that lies out before us from way up high, nearly touching the clouds... Mr Finn, on the other hand permanantly has this attitude of aloofness! 


 We revel in the days where we have the complete freedom that the Scottish landscape allows us, every inch of it is our own, no restrictions, no restraints, no roads or people to consider or worry about. We run and run.... and run and run, like we'll never run out of energy. 


 We wonder sometimes what keeps them (Mel & her friends), we could have climbed this mountain 4 times in the time it takes them to summit once! But we don't care, we just run ahead to just out of eyesight then back again, checking they're still there. 

"They're knackered, but we're ready to go again!"
 More often than not the Scottish highlands provide us with so many treats, pebbly burns running with icy cold mountain fresh water, deep gloopy muddy bogs to bathe in, the odd grouse that entertains us by not going up till its inches from our noses. If it had just sat still we'd have been none the wiser, but instead we give chase... until those flappy things they have take them far out of reach.

Mucky Pups

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Woozy Woofs!

Poor wee soul Finn had a slight disagreement with a shard of glass at the beach a few days ago. After slide tackling a tennis ball in the soft sand, he managed to nearly slice off his stopper pad just above his paw. Quick visit to our favourite Vet and all is well, a few stitches and a stookie and he'll be right as rain.... once the wooziness wears off!


A week later looking a bit more with it but still taking it easy and doing lots of lazin' in the sun!

 New bandage for a few more days

Monday, 4 June 2012

The Hills Are Alive!

Its great having the hills as our back garden, perfect for little after work adventures but with the feeling of freedom of bigger hills.


A short, steep & fast hike up onto the plateau then you can wander as much or as little as you want. We can happily spend an hour up here running around in the heather or 4 or 5 hours hiking across the moorland to Duncolm.

A wee rest and view down the Clyde to the coast.
"Hmmm, not sure about those young cows coming to check us out, they're quite big!!"

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Drift is 4 today!!


Happy Birthday Drifty boy!
It's my birthday... I'm a big dog now! 4 years old, well if your counting doggy years, that makes me 28. But still, a dog in my prime. I've come along way from that day I was rescued, from being nervous & scared of everything, unsure of the whole world and whether anyone would treat me well to being as bold as brass and the most happy, contented & loved dog for miles. What better way to spend your doggy days than chillin out with my best bud Mr Finn, running for miles & miles along sandy beaches chasing balls & surfin the waves, enjoying forest walks & paddling rivers or doing some serious hill training with our Dad across the mountains of  Scotland. Fate may not have dealt me a very good start but it sure is making up for it now!

So what now, do I have to grow up and be a role model for little Finn, take the role of top dog and pack leader.... well things are pretty good as they are so I think I'll stay just as I am. What is it they say...
"If the stick ain't broken, why find another one?!"
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