Doing a little maintenance on the quad (for the owner). The dug is very excited, but he's going to be disappointed. A wee trial is is all he will get before the weekend.
@raederle Our dug, now 4 years old was brought up by our two cats (themselves introduced to the way of the countryside by out terrier of the time, Hamish).
One acted as good cop (and he still cleans himself in the way he was taught) and the other bad cop - no running and shouting in the house kid)
To his everlasting regret, he no longer fits through the cat flap…
22C here in the Borders and we are roastin’. Early morning, or evening runs for us at the moment. 8.3k through the woods, along the old railway and then back through the tree lined banks of the Teviot.
The dug has had breakfast and retired to a corner of the kitchen (it has a stone floor).
Evening run and then tonight time on the road again
Positively balmy - no Aurora, but after a clear sky in the early evening and a gorgeous torchlit tun later that evening I was not complaining (and neither was the dug)
12k, mainly service roads and then 8.5k tarmac before a good sleep.
And it is lovely. Shorts and sports sandals. Rape seed is bright below the Mintos and the ground is pretty dry but not so hard as to need care. 12k, half tarmac, half farm tracks. Meantime the desperate duo just slept .
You wouldn't believe that this is a dug who has had a 16k #run this morning, 10k #walk over local hills, a #swim in the Teviot an numerous #frisbee sessions down from the office. My partner is away and I am not going to put him on to the phone when she calls 🤣
We had a Collie pup (5 months old) staying with us for the weekend. Generally veery biddable and house trained, but she got bored! Our dug refuses to say whether he encouraged her to desist or cheered her on….
The dug has been presented with a new toy by a visitor who has been running with us this weekend, one that bears a strong likeness to a character from that well known, hard hitting political and social satire, ‘Shaun the Sheep’.
All too predictably it is now known by all (and he can distinguish by name and type most of his balls, frisbees, ropes etc..), wait for it,
We were at Ancrum and decided to run along the Borders Abbey Waye from Harestanes across to the Waterloo Memorial via the ‘Count’s Folly’ a C18 observatory and summer house.
The best part according to the dug. He waits around anxiously, not because of the strimmer just worrying about when I am going to kick it again.
Mind you a ball that had seen better days when it was rescued by the river after the spring high water is looking as though its time is up. It no longer leaves my foot with a whump, more a sad wheeze.
Morning run. Glorious morning, a little bite in the wind, but bright and dry. We took a route through the woods. and then over the old railway track and back via the Teviot.
8/4k, mainly tracks with half a k of road. I got back to see that it really has sprung. The Kats basking in the sun, and the rockette who has been up and about for a few days making one of her regular breakouts from the garden.
We used the tracks through the #windfarm near #Eyemouth to get around. What started as a bright morning had moments of threat in the sky, although we didn't get wet.
It might rain this afternoon, which means I need to mow a lawn this morning, which means I need to put the new lawnmower together and WHY did I become an adult? It’s all very exhausting.
@Funktious Well while our mogs have slept through strimming and cutting, the dug has had a happy day. We have a deal - he comes nowhere near the mower or the strimmer and every time I empty a hopper over the ha ha (really) above the wood, I kick one of his footballs (all rescued on walks) down towards the burn. Works for both of us.
I have a special connection to #WildRiver#StatePark as it's the last place where I went #camping with my beloved #dog Gunnar. Gunnar was truly the best dog ever. He's been gone since March of last year but sometimes the #grief comes on so suddenly that it's like being punched in the gut. I miss him terribly & I treasure my memories of walking through the prairie grass and sitting by the river.
A lovely day, bright but a bitter northerly breeze. We ran along the road before climbing up to Fatlips Castle and from there cross country to Minto, over the Mintos and back along the old Borders railway. Damp, but relaxing. 24.5k, lots of climbing.
And better still, partner has been out for some emergency this morning, so we’ll meet in St. Boswells later this afternoon and get out along the Tweed. And a coffee. 🥳
Back to Scottish sunshine (the liquid sort). Ran a new route near Stow. Only 11k, but a good loosener and the dug loved it.
Mobbed by lambs (who knew no better until one of their ma's told them off), the dug took advantage of the situation to address a group of the unrulier ones. He lectured them on paying attention to their local dug and reminded them that the twilight barking informs him any unruly behaviour.