#Neachdainn 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.
#Neachdainn 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.
Nothing quite like finishing the evening on a surreal note.
I was walking #Neachdainn 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 #DogWalk
As we arrived at the forestry track a Land Rover, with a dog cage, was leaving. When I opened the door for #Neachdainn, 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 #Neachdainn 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.
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 #Neachdainn outside for a piddle, as he requested. I couldn't watch yet more defeats. My dream was dying.
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. #Neachdainn came with me.
On today's #DogWalk #Neachdainn 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.
Yesterday, my OH was preparing kidney for #Neachdainn, 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 SMELL WAS UNBELIEVABLE!
The odour could knock-out a skunk at 100 metres, no problem.
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