Sunday, June 12, 2011

Typical weekend

Unfortunately you can't have an adventure every weekend. Sometimes they are just 'run of the mill' - house chores, lunch with a chum and hang out with the boys on the street on Saturday night.
The weather was so foul on Saturday that Horatio and I could hardly pull ourselves out of bed. With my hip injury persisting, there's no need to go running and with the rain humming off the road, we decided it was preferable to read Country Living and drink coffee in bed. I managed to make my physio appointment with Guy van Herp AKA the Belgian miracle worker at Meadowbank and was feeling so chipper after this I dragged Horatio up his first mountain - a mini-hillock by Arthur's Seat. He wasn't too impressed with the wet conditions but soon came round when he discovered the rabbit poo. How considerate of someone to scatter puppy-sized treats liberally around the park.

Mountain dog

Next we were off to meet Bong for lunch. He's injured too so not climbing and hadn't met H yet. Shame H was too sleepy to make much impact. Not to be putoff we scooted out to Gullane to meet our favourite dog-lover, Lucy and Kipper, the friendly spaniel. Our beach walk turned into a drench-fest leaving us with wrinkled finger tips and smelly dogs. There was only one thing for it. The central heating was turned up and the kettle went on.
Lucy is an excellent cook and hostess with the mostess. Scott soon turned up with vino followed by Lucy's friend Matt and Malin (mad giant spaniel - it must be crossed with a newfoundlander!). I'm a huge fan of Gullane, however, I must say, some of the residents leave a lot to be desired. Some mad man lives next door to Lucy who is driving an awful hate campaign against Kipper (and all other four legged friends). He was hosting a community meating (sic) to discuss the matter of dog fouling in the communal garden. I hasten to add this is after he's involved the dog warden and put down poison..... right weirdo. Anyway, his meating (sic) was canceled (sic) and this combined with his poor spelling resulted in much amusement for us.
Having consumed too much of the grape juice I'm afraid Scott, Horatio and I had no option but to jump on the night bus home... hardcore Saturday!

Yobs loitering by the bus stop

Fun on the night bus

4 comments:

Yak Hunter said...

good for you getting too pissed to drive! xx m & p

Bouncing Bertie said...

Hi Horatio
Well done! I can see you already have your humans twisted around your little paws. Taking you everywhere with them, arranging their day to fit in nice outings etc. Keep it up!
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
PS I am so excited about my big train journey. Gail says we are changing trains in Edinburgh and I shall have over an hour to run around and cause mayhem in Princes Street Gardens...

Climbingmandy said...

Hello Bertie! That's excellent news you are in Edinburgh. Now, you give me the day and time and I'll wrangle a reason to be downtown with the owners!! P Street Gardens are new to me too and I'm sure two WHFTs could cause massive mayhem. I met a three-year old yesterday in Gullane - Percy from Northumberland. Can't believe I have that much growing still to go.

Bouncing Bertie said...

Oh this could be very exciting! We arrive in Edinburgh at 10:25 am and depart at 12:00 midday. So we will be in Princes Street Gardens between those times and will look out for you. (One bouncy WFT and one probably rather stressed human!)
Cheers!
Bertie and Gail.