Beware madmen in the park....

So it's around 8 a.m. in Duthie Park and we're being treated to another spectacular sunrise, but you will just have to imagine it 'cos you know who forgot the camera.

Anyway, for the first time this year, we run into our friends George (genial human) and Darcy (lively black dog of mixed provenance). After exchanging New Year hugs, together we walk clockwise round the park. I can't tell you how confusing this is. I mean Gail and I always walk anticlockwise. What is Gail thinking in agreeing to this lunatic suggestion of George's?

Further evidence that George is not the gently spoken, agreeable and sane gentleman I had hitherto taken him for comes when my flappy little ears catch some of the conversation between him and Gail.

Oh yes, George had been visiting his son in Ullapool over the holiday period. Yes they had had a fine time, and, he mentions quite casually, as if this was something that a regular person would do, they had enjoyed the traditional New Year swim in the sea. And no, they were not wearing wet suits.

Ullapool in Winter (photo by Graham Lewis@flickr.com) 

Did I hear aright? Sea swimming? In Northern Scotland? In the middle of winter? And this George chappie doesn't even have any furs, save the snowy white ones on his head.

Really, you just don't know what sort of a person you're going to meet in the park these days. You might have been happily accepting the odd dog biscuit from them for years, and then suddenly they reveal some deeply disturbing and unsuspected character trait.

Gail thinks I am over-reacting. "It was just a swim, Bertie, some folk enjoy this sort of thing, get over it. We are not all water averse. And it isn't as if there are icebergs in Loch Broom."

My suggestion that we steer well clear of George in the future is, I fear, going to be ignored.

Extra Treats from George / Quantum Physics

A HUGE thank you to my pal George down in Shropshire. We did have a little contretemps at the end of that Highland fiasco Field Trip, but now that he has agreed to share his beer, and even sent me some of his favourite Paddywacks (yum yum!), we are best mates once more. 

You could say that we've kissed and made up, but reserved British males don't do that sort of thing...

Cheers George!

PS I am having a bit of difficulty with the computer help at the moment, so this blog may be quiet-ish over the next few weeks. 

In which time, in preparation for the Quantum Physics lecture (the next in my ongoing course for budding canine scientists), I would like to you consider the following question. 

Please suggest reasons why physicist Erwin Schrödinger choose a cat not a dog for his famous thought experiment? You know! The one where the cat in the box was in a state of being simultaneously alive and dead until the box was opened........Answers in the comment box please. Responses from dogs, cats and even humans all equally welcome.