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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.


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

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.


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

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

Photos from to-day's

* sitting on a bollard
* Cobweb highlighted by dew in the sunshine
* Trees reflected in the canal
* Porcelain fungus (Oudemansiella mucida) on a dead beech stump

In the early hours of September 19, the results started coming in. The first four areas to declare were wins for the No side. I could tell from the scale of the defeats that the independence side weren't going to prevail. I felt despondent.

I was only too glad to take outside for a piddle, as he requested. I couldn't watch yet more defeats. My dream was dying.

The happy, convivial atmosphere in the room had evaporated. The table full of snacks and drinks looked grotesque.

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Around this time 5 years ago I had finished my stint at the Polling Place, and collected the stats from the Returning Officer. I met up with my Yes colleagues, who had been at some of the other Polling Places.

During the day I had received many, many more positive reactions from the voters. My colleagues had experienced the same. We all felt happy.

I went to a friends house, who was also a Yes campaigner, to watch the results on TV. came with me.

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On today's and I encountered an old sheep fank. Judging from its condition, it hadn't been used for, at least, 20 years. Usually such constructions also have a sluice, to fill a sheep dip, but strangely this one didn't.

We also discovered a fascinating fir tree with enormous cones. I estimated the cones to be between 20-30 cm in height. Apologies for the poor photo, I only had my smartphone and I couldn't get closer than 50m from the tree.


As a companion to a doggie I find one of the most satisfying things is when a person directs a compliment to your pooch.

Earlier to-day, a man walking in the opposite direction stops, looks at , and says: "what a beautiful dog, and so well behaved".

Me: 😀

Yesterday, my OH was preparing kidney for , our Scottish Terrier. She left some bits aside, in a Tupper container, to deal with later. They were forgotten about, and sat in the (heated) kitchen overnight. Not knowing the contents I opened the container this morning.


The odour could knock-out a skunk at 100 metres, no problem.

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