Hogmanay preparations continue. The sporrans, which usually hide somewhere inaccessible, are found. The 'best' sporran is brushed and the silver , which had started to tarnish in the move from France, polished.
The painters want a meeting on water resistant paint for the shower rooms. So it is that Sophie starts her day, super early, with a discussion of the benefits and problems of matt versus gloss finishes. The painters haven't brought Jaffa Cakes so her interest in paint finishes soon wanes. After that it's down to the sand to let her hair down. The weather's been good enough to let us do this five straight days in a row.
The family diva long ago reached that 'testing the boundaries' phase in our relationship. There are times when she opts to suffer from sudden onset deafness and knowingly ignore commands like 'No' or 'Come here'. This morning is one of those mornings. Seeing empty sand as far as the eye can see she heads off, at speed, towards the horizon. Angus follows. We move from one end of the Chariots of Fire beach to the other. The wind is chill ... and strong. It blows in my face as we head down the beach and then, amazingly, manages to blow in my face as we head back up it. Sophie loves it. Her companion less so. Dogs down by the water are ignored. No point in running the risk of getting wet. Dogs on the safety of the dry sand are greeted....enthusiastically
As we head for a coffee no less than three people stop and ask me what sort of dog she is. The reply is now well practised. "If you mean what sort of breed - she's a Polish Lowland Sheepdog. If you mean what sort of dog she is the answers easy - stubborn ". At the coffee shop there is a sliver of shortbread and a bowl of fresh water.
On the radio this morning an Australian composers take on an American song :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rld0aOjIo1c
Forget 98.6; think 97.5. A new take on body temperature :https://www.health.harvard.edu/blog/time-to-redefine-normal-body-temperature-2020031319173
8 comments:
That sporran in the middle is rather disturbing. Sophie, on the other hand, looks wonderfully tousled.
The dilemma of which sporran to wear is not one I expect to face.
Such a pretty sunrise behind Sophie on the CoF beach this morning.
Nobby's whole existence is about testing the boundaries. And then waiting until my back is turned and ignoring them...
Cheers! Gail.
Good to know you've found your sporrans in good time this year. Have you decided which one to wear?
What better start to any dog's day than a good run along a freshly washed beach. No tides here to clean the sand, the water just slops up and down a bit. Storms however, take the sand and sea walls with them!
Hari OM
Ah, Sophie, again we share style... only mine comes from the wearing of beanies rather than any sudden-onset rambunctiousness! YAM xx
Such a cute little stubborn doggie. Thanks for the article on body temp, one of the things we learned in school that was wrong.
Glad your sporans were located easily this year. And I look forward to your especially heartfelt Auld Lang Syne.
The "Sophie With Sunrise" picture is beautiful. The 'disturbing' sporran reminds me of a fox stole that my grandmother had which was sort of draped over the shoulders and then the mouth had a little clasp so it could bite itself to stay in place. Did it have rhinestone eyes? No, that was another friend's armadillo purse...
Rottrover - I shall never view the 'disturbing' sporran again without conjuring up pictures of a fox stole with rhinestone eyes.
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