Showing posts with label Caithness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Caithness. Show all posts

Thursday, 21 August 2014

Priorities all wrong...


Really, how could Gail go swanning off with her colleagues, geologising in the far north of Scotland and abandoning me in prison when we should have been in intensive training for the big dog agility relay event near Edinburgh this coming Saturday?

This relay business is very complicated you know. So much could go wrong, and I don't think Gail has practiced the baton passing thing anything like as much as she should have done.

Oh dear, yes, I am worried that Gail, with her distorted sense of priority, is going to let the whole team down.

And by the way, I hope everyone realises I am going to get VERY UPSET if forced at any point to stand too close to my team mate Manchester terrier Maddy, who, frankly, I find irritating.

What's even more irritating is that Gail is trying to make out she was doing me a kindness by making me stay in prison boarding kennels while she was away, saying at least I had a room to myself, unlike if I had come with her to Helmsdale.
Helmsdale Hostel - outside
Helmsdale Hostel - inside
And perhaps you can tell me just why these localities are so worth visiting that one would miss a vital training session and jeopardise the future success of the Deeside Devils dog agility team.

Caithness flagstones and tidal swimming pool, near Wick
An infestation of geologists at Dwarwick
Ammonite bearing rock on beach - Portgower
Windswept geologists by Dunnet Head lighthouse
Cliffs:  west from Dunnet Head

No? Beats me too.

PS Many thanks to Gail's colleague Quintin, for photos 4,5,7, and 8. Quintin has a sideline in pet portraits, see: http://www.quintindavies.co.uk/

Sunday, 17 August 2014

All dressed up and no place to go

So I saw "Caithness Field Course" marked on Gail's calendar for 17-19 August.

Yippee, another geology field trip! I had so enjoyed the previous jollies educational excursions to Lossiemouth and to the Isle of Skye.



I put on my hand-knitted sweater and searched out my geological hammer and my specially designed hard hat.


I checked the weather forecast and decided a scarf and my new winter jacket might come in handy too. So there I was, all kitted out and raring to go...


...Only to learn that this trip is…..gulp…..how can they do this to me….this is...

A "NO DOG FIELD TRIP"

It gets worse.

Yep. You guessed.

Prison here I come.

Now I know why Gail was being so nice to me last weekend, buying me doggy ice cream at £2.99 at tub, and so on.

Guilt.

I wonder how she can live with herself.