Lake District rendezvous report

Am I the only pup out there whose human can be insufferably smug at times?

OK, OK I admit I was wrong in my last post to doubt the reliability of Gail's prehistoric map and to suggest that it was time she acquainted herself with 21st century technology. And so yes we did arrive for our Lake District dog blogger rendezvous ahead of time and without any navigational 'issues'. Whereas, yes, a certain other participant from the Glasgow did arrive over a hour later and cursing her Satnav.

Well thank goodness I was at least right in predicting that this particular day would be a highlight of my year.

Wow can you imagine, not only did I get to meet the famous terrier 'Gang of Four' (Airedales Molly and Monty, and Welshies Taffy and Winnie) and their humans, but I also encountered my dearest Colorado wire-fox terrier cousins Jake and Fergi (well their flat versions at least) who arrived with Sally and Nina, and then finally there was Vanessa, who had sadly left her unforgettable bassetts Martha and Bailey back home in Scotland.

Happy scritchies

So thrilled to meet flat Fergi and Jake

Bertie leads the way in a walk through Whinlatter Forest 

Terrier action with Winnie, Taffy, Monty and Molly

Steering clear of two HUGE Newfies (or is that all just fluff?)

Not too sure about this eagle either

Time to say fond farewells

Must we really leave them now Gail?

Oh what a happy time we had. I wish the day could have gone on for ever and ever.  Thank you so much to everyone concerned for organising this simply awesome get together.

And no Gail I was not badly behaved in the vehicle with M,M,W and T. I don't at all see why I should be apologizing.

Surely it is polite to converse with your hosts when driving a few miles to the start of a walk?

Roughty Toughty Torridon Terrier

So Gail spotted this "cute wee Westie" when we stopped off in Nairn, en route to Torridon last Friday.

"Look at her Bertie, isn't she adorable, oh do come over here so I can take a photo of the both of you".

You can imagine what I thought of that idea.

So much more interesting to contemplate how this line of snow formed on the Nairn beach, right?

But Gail didn't want to help me investigate this fascinating natural phenomenon. It was all "oh look Bertie, there's Molly again, isn't her red and white sweater just perfect. It almost makes me want to dig out my rusty knitting needles...."

Well I'm pleased to say that when we reached Torridon I had ample opportunity to remind Gail that I am a roughty toughty terrier, and not designed to prance around on the beach in some fancy and not even waterproof coat.

 

Those knitting needles can stay in the boxroom!