Saturday, 31 August 2013

Autumn - When Tomorrow Comes (Yeah, Yeah)

It's the final day of summer and I'm at the cabin again with Jess and the master. He's playing Eurythmics songs on his ipod while he does his back stretches.
 "Sisters' are doing it for themselves"

The mistress and Cruella are absent, hard at work at home painting rooms. The master cannot believe he's getting away with having to dog-sit us while the women work. The world is a bit upside down. Maybe it's karma for all the bad things happening at his work. He's been stressed and his back pain is crippling him. A relaxing day with us is exactly what he needs.

"You have placed a chill in my heart"

On our morning walk we find a desiccated adult frog on its back in the middle of the path into the dog walking area with a pecked out hole where its stomach once was. The master flips it over out of curiosity and walks on. He turns to find me attempting to get my neck positioned perfectly for a roll on it and hisses an objection. I don't get to collect the trophy smell.

 "It's alright (Baby's coming back)"

He doesn't share breakfast with us having abandoned us to eat in Aberfoyle. The final summer sun beams in through the windows and we bask in the heat till his return. He opens the patio doors allowing the brisk wind to blow in a wasp. It dies in a foamy spray as predator man stalks it across the living room, eventually blasting it on the window nearest the gate. The white circle residue bleeds a white trickle south as the excessive force feels the gravity of the insect murder.The deceased curled wasp corpse is removed with the same kitchen roll used to clean the crime scene.

 "Here comes the rain again"

The afternoon Gartmore walk is hastily rearranged when two notices declare the route 'Closed - car park unfit for cars'. He's disappointed as he was hoping to challenge his new CX-5 on the notoriously bad road to the parking area. We end up in Braeval with an equally bumpy entrance, which catches him by surprise. Disembarking, we climb the hill and I find a large black beetle wriggling intensely on its back, its legs thrashing in the air. The master takes pity on it and flicks it over. I wonder why he saved it and yet killed the wasp. Was he balancing his karma again? And what if the beetle was just trying to scratch an itch on its back? He didn't think of that.

We head home just as a shower lightly sprays the car windows. I realise this is the end of summer. Its been a great one with lots of sun and fun. The wind is blowing us more cold (and colds as the mistress would attest) so when the sun returns I use every minute of it to relax and soak it up. The master sleeps on the couch until its time for dinner.

"Don't ask me why"
We don't witness any more insect death on our evening walk, unless you count the battle in the child play area between a pint-sized Batman and a smaller unmasked Spider-man, using lightsabers for obvious reasons if you're a four year old. The master feels old when he realises his inner monologue is complaining that that combat doesn't make sense: superheroes with lightsabers? Perhaps Spider-man might have a chance of getting one being a scientist and Disney owning both Lucasfilm and Marvel. For the record, Batman won as Spidey threw a tantrum and chucked his sword down in a huff. Probably creative differences.

I'm tired after the walk and sleep in my bed while he plays his new game. He's not enjoying it. He's had it a day and already he's checking out trade in prices. He should wait for the reviews before late night pre-ordering.

"I need a man."

This is nothing to do with the cabin stay but I haven't mentioned yet that we've a new dog moved in next door at home, a male called Puffy. We've only touched noses through the fence and I've barked my faux objections towards him many times but... I think I like him. More next time.

"Sweet Dreams"

Sunday, 4 August 2013

Bark at the Sun

Hooray for the holidays!

I've spent most of the last three weeks on holiday up at the cabin or at Cruella's. The heat has been amazing. Summer really did arrive. It was so hot, between myself and Jess, we managed to down four bowls of water in one day. 

The master fell off his diet wagon, which suited me. I got to lick loads of emptied ice cream tubs while the mistress was away. He added nearly 12 pounds over two weeks. Normally he only puts on that much weight if he's in a cabin on a cruise ship, not the one in Aberfoyle.

I witnessed two animal invasions over the two weeks at the campsite: froglets and flying ants. Jess was fascinated by the mini frogs but the mistress was less enamoured by the ants. We were commanded to exit the decking, close all the windows and lock the doors, which did rather turn the cabin into an oven. Fortunately a heavy, thunderous shower cleared the air and the decking of the critters, the only evidence of their heavy presence being the myriad of trapped ants caught in the decking's many spider webs. Those spiders are going to be huge with such a feast.

I was looking forward to my return trip to the cabin at the bank holiday weekend as the campsite was having a barbeque as part of their open day. I didn't mind if I got a sausage or a burger or just a roll. I'd even help clean up the leftovers dropped by the revelers, but I didn't get to go. The master had plans with the boys and the mistress had plans with the girls so I was packed off to Ardrossan. I was a little annoyed the first morning and demanded breakfast at soon at the sun rose (5.30am) but settled in later that day after Cruella left me a full portion of bread and butter while she popped upstairs. What a nice gesture for a guest! I should have checked first if it was for me but if you're not fast, you're hungry! Jess never got a look in as I finished the lot. I was still licking my teeth to remove the butter when she came back downstairs, giving away my guilt somewhat. Later on I made Cruella rub my tummy to help me digest it. Even though she was still annoyed at me, she complied. 

"What a girl you are!" she said.

"I know, but I'm worth it," I thought to myself. You've got to live for the moment. It's part of the Dog Code. Plus I was on my holidays so treats are always necessary, as I've learned from my master. I wonder what else he's been eating. I'll need to smell him for oral blood blisters when I return (he gets them every time he overindulges - it's nature's way of telling him to 'STOP EATING RUBBISH' - he never learns).