Things didn’t quite go according to plan this weekend. The weather was in good shape, Cap’n Jack was fine for a Sunday walk and the Fatdog was all set ready to go. There was just one wee hitch…Fatdog No.2! We were looking after Maisie’s brother Murphy on Saturday night.
I wasn’t going to tell the Cap’n about Murph coming along, just in case he decided to bail out faster than he’d bailed in. I thought it might be a “nice” surprise for him. Taking Murph along seemed a good idea at the time, but it was just as well I did a trial run on the Saturday.
I did have my concerns about taking him in the first place. Circumstances have dictated that he is not as well socialised as Maisie and the lack of a decent “two brick” job has left him with an abundance of testosterone which makes him unpredictable with other male dogs. He is also considerably bigger than the original and I’m pretty sure he’s not used to walking on the lead…in fact I don’t think he walks at all. Everything is done at the lollop. He lollops everywhere.
FD watched in bewilderment as her big brother lolloped off across the field, nose jammed to the ground, in a fair imitation of a Custom’s drug dog with half a kilo of cocaine stuffed up each nostril. His distinctive snorting sound only reinforced this hypothesis. I whistled, I spoke sharply, I shouted…then I finally bawled! “MURPHY!”
He was 30m away by now and still travelling, totally oblivious to my increasing ire. Eventually the message slowly sunk through the dense layers of bone comprising the fatdog skull to the microscopic pin head of chewing gum they have in lieu of a brain. He turned, gave a big beaming grin…and lolloped his way back towards us.
It looked like tomorrow would be a day on the lead for Murph.
That was until I hooked him up for the return journey. He’d been ok on the outward leg, he pulled a bit, but was generally controllable. The way back was torture. He was still in tracking mode and would just suddenly stop to sniff or lurch dramatically to the side…not to mention the fact he was still trying to lollop. My delicate elbows weren’t used to such harsh treatment. I yelped and cursed in equal measure.
Back at the house I phoned Cap’n Jack…tomorrow was cancelled.
And now for something completely different…
J and I were watching Dancing on Ice. The theme was “The Movies” and one couple used the twist scene from Pulp Fiction as their routine. Afterwards I trundled off to the computer to find the original…and found an HD version.
I then noticed on YouTube that another version of the song had been performed by Status Quo…a very wishy-washy version (in my opinion) which I will not trouble you with but…
…I then noticed that The Quo had performed “Fun Fun Fun” an old Beach Boys standard. We’d being playing the “Beach Boys Greatest Hits” non-stop on our summer hols to Cornwall…so I was really curious to see what a mess they’d made of it…
…but this is what I found! Brilliant!
Anyway…to return to more mundane matters.
After the weekend’s failure to get out onto the hills I’ve been keeping an eye on the mountain weather forecast. Wednesday is looking good (90% chance of cloud free Munros both east and west), time off is available and Cap’n Jack is able to go!
Weather likely to be sunnier in the east so I would guess it’ll be the Drumochter area for us. So it’s off to the snow once more!