Billy's Blog

Why do we get funny looks on the beach...?

My girlies LOVE the beach. The one we go to most is huge, the tide goes out over 1/2 a mile and leaves masses of flat sandy doggy playground! Dogs are only allowed on the beach from end Sept untill April (don't get me started... ) and all the tourists have left the Island by then so the only people on the beach are dog walkers. I'm usually too busy admiring all the different breeds and mixes to notice people, but I do occasionally notice we are getting an odd look! Anyway, I realised today the contrast between my dogs and everyone elses. There are loads of dogs, some keeping to themselves, some walking with doggy pals, the odd one playing chase with a friend or seagull. And then there are my two...bombing around the beach biting eachother's faces, Meg pulling Sally's ears, Sally pushing Meg over and trampling her, play wrestling in the sand - all the while making the loudest and most musical terrier noises! They do stand out a bit! If it wasn't so adorable to watch I might be ashamed at my two hooligans disturbing everyone else and their well mannered pooches on their strolls!

Meg goes missing (again)

So off we go for a nice relaxing walk in the forest. Same route we always take. Meg runs off ahead as usual to chase leaves and jump over stuff. About 10 minutes down the path I realise I haven't seen her for a while. Not a problem - both the dogs should know the route by now, and Meg frequently dissappears for a while and finds her way back. I whistled a few times so she knew where we were, and wondered whether we should walk back and find her. No. That was silly. Let her have her fun. Another 5 minutes, and I'd called a few times: still no sign. Fine I'll start walking back. At this point Sally decided the wet floor really was too much for her little feet and went on strike. "Carry me, or I'll sit here and cry and scream" so Queen Sally gets her own way again and we head back. No sign of Meg. I'm really starting to worry that she went the wrong way and is deep in the forest somewhere completely lost. Damn dog! Justin's going to shoot me if I loose her. He's really quite fond of the little brat. I needn't have worried. Almost at the car park Meg's melodic (!?) tones echo through the forest. So much for her common sense. Instead of coming to find us she's running around the car shouting as loud as she can and making a right scene. I'm almost tempted not to own up to it! But she saw Sally and gave us away. Daft thing. At least she knows which car is ours.