You know you're in Scotland when there are haggis flavoured potato crisps in the shops.
Doesn't matter where in the world Sophie goes for a walk. Her fur picks up twigs and dried grass in much the same way a magnet attracts iron filings. A deep and thorough Labor Day grooming lies in store.
Three or four hundred Canada geese in the field by the gate this morning. The field was harvested last week and the geese are feeding contentedly among the stalks . The wall of sound they make removes any idea Sophie might have of chasing them. Every PON girl knows there's a dividing line between being brave and being foolhardy. 400 geese fall into the foolhardy column.
It's rained overnight which means there are puddles on the track down to the water. Sophie has to stop and drink from every one. To be more precise she has to stop and drink from every puddle while carefully standing in the middle of it. I point out the illogicality of this but she's rushed off to glare at the fulmars on the rocks. Who cares about logic when there's excitement to be had ? Who indeed ?
So starts a Monday morning with a Polish Lowland Sheepdog in a quiet and windswept patch of paradise. Our task for today is to get a television working.
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