All this talk about spring reminded me it was about time to change my Profile header image. I've changed it to a photo I took of my wee pal, , in April of last year.

It won't change anything I write about on the Fediverse, with one HUGE exception. When my ex-girlfriend left, she took Neachdainn, "our" dog.

Neachdainn was always much more my dog. He only did what I asked him. I was the only one who was allowed to give him a bath. When watching the he always snuggled up next to me.

No matter, I wasn't the one who bought him.

Neachdainn, I'm missing you already.

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Hitchcock and only met once. So, we will never know if they could have become great friends (both male dogs). They went on a long walk together with their humans and Hitchcock's brothers & sisters. All the dogs got on well, but were initially kept on leash, just in case.

The attached photo shows the difference in size between Neachdainn and Hitchcock. Hitchcock was nearer to the average Scottie size, whereas Neachdainn is double the size at 16Kg.

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At the end of the we encountered this fascinating navigable aqueduct.

The two left-most arches allow a river to pass underneath the aqueduct, and the third arch allows access for pedestrians & small vehicles. The Caledonian Canal passes above the aqueduct, but is out of sight at this level.

, the Scottie dog, was a bit wary when he went through the tunnel at first. The second time, he went through like a pro.

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I noticed on to-night's that lots of plants were highlighted by my headtorch, due to the light reflecting off dew on the leaves. It was like millions of magical faerie lights.

BTW that "thing" encroaching into the photo is a dog of my acquaintance, coming to see what I was doing. I thought that was funny, so I left him in the photo.

Disappointed doggie.

came rushing over, sat down, and looked at me expectantly, when I put a disc in my laptop drive. He always gets a treat when we watch a movie.

However, I was ripping a CD, not watching a film. So, no treat. I've explained this to Neachdainn before, but it hasn't sunk in. Huh, and they say dogs are smart!

Life with dogs.

woke me at 5am, he needed out for a piddle. I took him downstairs. I opened the backdoor for him, and stood there in my jammies. It was freezing. He didn't go out, as it was also lashing down with rain. While I was shutting doors and switching off lights he ran upstairs and claimed my position in bed. When I got back upstairs he was wagging his tail, he thought it was hilariously funny, and was pleased with himself.

I still love him.

The posse have lost us, but they have left a trail anyone could follow. In fact, the *scent* was so strong even we non-dogs could follow their trail using our noses.

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The Posse
A Story in Three Parts

The posse are looking for us, but they haven't seen us yet. Should we run or shoot it out?

Nothing quite like finishing the evening on a surreal note.

I was walking along the road, in the glen behind the house. We were passed twice, once in each direction, by a guy on a motorcycle. He was wearing a woolly hat and no helmet. When he passed the second time he waved profusely and shouted: "ooh, la, la" in a French accent. Neachdainn barked at him, in riposte.

Sex reared its ugly head on to-night's

As we arrived at the forestry track a Land Rover, with a dog cage, was leaving. When I opened the door for , he shot out at 100km/h. In fact, the whole walk was conducted at high speed, all the while his nose was 2cm from the road surface. Neachdainn was almost certainly tracking a bitch in heat.

I didn't have the heart to tell him she had probably left already in that Land Rover. It wasn't his lucky night.

Wednesday

I took several portrait photographs of on Saturday. I posted one photo already:

mstdn.io/@fitheach/10283067010

Some of the photos have Neachdainn right adjusted in the frame, instead of left. For some reason I find these photos less satisfying. Is it because I have a right-handed bias? Is it a cultural thing because I am used to using left-to-right writing? Something else? I don't know.

Dang! To-day's was another boil-in-the-bag™ adventure. I bet if I venture out without a jacket to-morrow, there will be a torrential downpour.

We went along the river. It was really pleasant.

To-night's

This time of day is called "gloamin" in Scots. Seem so descriptive.

* A Scottish Junk, in the foreground.
* Evening view over the loch.

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